maybe a snake

snakes on a wall rattlers all three no pictures or any pretty things just demon scalps no they're not evil I ate the big one he was old and rough three days from pay day half a tank two shotgun shells no mourning doves and there he was yuck they're better young taste like chicken and not so tough won't shoot 'em anymore just shoe 'em off the porch little bullsnake last night on the patio under a box picked him up before the dog got his scent tossed him gently over the fence I see 'em crossing the road and stop to help them wherever I roam not to get crushed maybe a snake is what I was or maybe a snake is what I become