He fished and
I ambled to
The Raptor’s Bluff.
On the path
Lay a baby snake
Broken back bleeding,
Squirmed in an effort
To get away,
But its lower body
Wouldn’t budge.
I moved away, wordless.
Image of the beady eyes in fear
Stirs in my mind
Every time I strolled up the path.
One of those what seems
To be trivial
Yet sinks deep in memory.

© Byung A. Fallgren