Friday, April 17, 2009

I am your ornament

I was foolish enough to chase the serpent's tail around the flower beds. Silly to think he didn't notice my endless wobbles through the dead wood ghosts.

I was foolish enough to stay still when the serpent flung at me.
Silly to think he wouldn't reach with his diamond eye precision.

Now I float around with drift wood ease along the banks with the help of a summer breeze.
The serpent lies still on my back, presumably to keep me in my state of taxidermy.

I am your ornament.

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