My Bite's Not Fatal

If I could, I'd be a Gila Monster,
a desert lizard, living under rocks.
For then, I'd know nothing of winter snows,
and my greatest fear would be soaring hawks.

A venomous reptile with pink patterns,
no one would want to play around with me.
And I could be as sluggish as I want,
I'd be in no hurry to hide or flee.

I would dine out upon birds and their eggs
infrequently, ten times a year, or less.
And I'd climb prickly cacti to their nests,
it's what I do; I'm not out to impress.

You needn't worry; my bite's not fatal,
although it can leave you feeling quite sick.
So, if you're thinking of messing with me,
you'd better use thick gloves or a long stick.


(Quatrain)


5/4/2018

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