A short story about a confident viper.


Pitiful Viper

The pitiful viper slithers out
of its dark hole.
The salty air spit in its face.
Good morning
It moves itself
slowly
It feels the warm sun
upon its skin
It moves like a jazz trombone
Its skill as a fighter
well known
For years in battle and never
losing anything
that meant anything to it
until the day it decided to
attack a very fearful human being
and that was a very big mistake
It was the first time it had lost something
Yes, there is a first time for everything
The pitiful viper lost something precious and
very important to it
The pitiful viper lost its head!




Short story by Dorsey Baker The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-01-25 at 15:20

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ternic2005
nicely done!!
2016-01-25