Goodyera
pubescens
By Bill Stewart
May 15, 2012
I see it at my feet
And I freeze.
That distinctive pattern on its back--
No mistaking rattlesnake.
I wait for the ch-ch-ch-chchch
Warning me to leave this varmint alone
But it’s silent as the grave.
Buried in the leaves,
Veins pulsing slightly in the wind,
I shoot it.
And it’s frozen forever in my lens:
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