Want To Walk With Me
A mole hole?
A vole hole?
A muskrat door?
Or will I find a snakeskin?
I am on a little hunt today
To see what I can find
The ants are carrying away the crumbs
Tuesday’s crusts, thrown by a child who dislikes it?
I leave the ants to their work
They ignore me also, not caring if they are stepped on
Maybe preferring a sudden end to their constant dull work
Not a single crumb dropped.
They continue marching
Hello Mrs. Snake.
Hello Mr. Mole.
Hello Merry Muskrat
Want to walk with me?
Mr. Snake, please stay inside.
Your mouth terrifies me.
I can feel your fang before you even appear.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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