"Thrill Seeker" Short Poem
An extreme sport for tropical gardeners?
Thrill Seeker
In darkened crack,
Of baked summer clay,
Reckless fingers delve,
Their gloomy hideaway.
Reaching for the wriggle,
A burst of scratchy feet,
Those bumpy serpent scales,
Sliding in retreat.
No cliffs to climb,
No racing track,
Just a garden tame,
With a darkened crack.
All words, images and fingers my own.
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There could have been a strange creature fallen from the meteor hidden in there.
That would be great! It would get added to my list of things seen in the garden.