Poor Little Snake

I’m sorry I took your life, you were so beautiful.

Big brown eyes, diamonds sparkled down your back. Too young to give your life. Just a babies rattle, the tip of your tail. You didn’t give up easily. As the first bullet pierced your skin, you turned to crawl away. . . another bullet, too late. You tried to crawl some more. Tossed away – fodder, carrion returned to the cycle of life.

By Tiffany D Montano