The sun blazed
Bejewelled, you lazed
Too low to the ground
You heard no sound
The driver didn't see
Why would he?
A small grass snake
For goodness sake
The car's weight
Sealed your fate
Lying crushed
With shattered back
You slithered in pain
But it was all in vain
For a second, I recoiled
Bloodied, you coiled,
Just before death
I saw your last breath
I felt a pang of grief
Though I dislike slithering beasts.
©Kris Prevel
October 2013
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