black racer slooshed through the short grass
gently startled we
no yelp from me no hiss from he
(or was it a she?)
all silent speed travelling she
(making of us a sisterhood flee)
into the shrub between us and they
who splash and whee! ‘til quarter to three
glee o’er their newly found pool
with thumps and thrums and bass beats
accompany
hope she (or maybe he)
made it stealthily through
unseen
for a silent black racer
makes for a better neighbor
than they
these middle-night raiders of sleep
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Björn is hosting Meeting the Bar at dVerse this week and we are slapping a bit of Onomatopoeia into our poetry. My encounter with this silent visitor occurred right after work yesterday and, smiling at one another, the snake and I made no noise. My challenge was how to write about that silence with sound.
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