Saturday, October 31, 2015

Mary Bone- Two Poems

Dead Snakes

We crawled in and out
Of the bones on the beach.
When we were living
Food was within reach-
Drying in the sun, the poachers
Just wanted our hides.
We will become the purses and shoes.
Now we are just dead snakes
We come and go with the tides.

Snaky Halloween Fun

Venom oozed and it was Halloween.
Dead snakes prevailed in valleys and lakes.
Doom was around
Slithering up from the ground.
Death held a grip
Sort of a “surround sound.”
Bags were opened, candy dropped in,
And the snakes crawled back to their den.

1 comment:

  1. I love these! :-D