Tuesday, August 5, 2008

A Sad, Sad Day

Today we dwell in sorrow, for today the snake was found deceased - victim of a drive-by mowing. There is nothing I can say to express how much we will miss him. And so, I leave you this:

Ode To A Snake

Though you slithered instead of walked,
You never butted, stole grain or mocked.

Your eyes were beady and cold as stone,
But you always left the Peanuts alone.

You had no horns, no beard and such.
And though so odd, we learned so much.

Though someone’s different and not like me,
And if the outside’s all you see,

You just may miss the gold they hide.
Don’t judge the shell – see what’s inside.




1 comment:

  1. What can I say, Marigold. Au revoir, narrow fellow in the grass.

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