Snake Slayer
I have a ‘snake slayer,’
a derringer I carry
when hiking in dry States.
So when I saw the coiled rattlesnake
sunbathing on a dusty track
I unholstered,
ready to unleash some primitive instincts,
oddly though
I chose, ‘instinctively’
to step backwards for a spell
and work my way around it.
I could have slayed it
with one .410 shotshell;
I mean who needs rattlers?
I could have cut the rattle off,
taken it home triumphantly
to my mancave.
Then again, ammo is not cheap,
and snakes are all over
this arid landscape.
Funny how it pans out…
sometimes instincts can surprise us
with a little caveman reasoning.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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