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In The Grass

The night hung still 
     beneath the clouded moon,
          and from our deck, 
   we watched the hazy glow.
The crickets softly chirped 
     their mating croon
          as shadows spread
by trees, danced down below.

And then, we saw it
      slithering out far!
          Out on the grass, 
  it undulated there-
a snake-like vision, 
     crawling- so bazaar;
          streaked white and black, 
it writhed- gave us a scare!

Soon heading closer,
      monster-like it moved.
          With night binoculars 
  held to our eyes-
could not believe- 
     with vision then improved,
          this mystery became
a huge surprise!

Sleek, white and black-
     and moving like a snake,
          a skunk with five kits
  lined up in a row
as one big monster- 
     such fear did awake;
          was wriggling in the grass, 
real low and slow!
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