Someone Warn The Snakes!
There's blades in the grass.
Swords for serpents
servants to the lawn.
Pawns to the dawns
tears to the yawns.
Dewdrop Dewey diligence
the mourning's fresh brew.
Tell tail signs, baby's new rattle.
Shaken in fist
inventive infants.
A tattle, if you insist.
For the viper's first toy?
Venomous bits
quivering fits.
For what we resist
persists.
L.R. Bennett
