top of page

Coin Snake

A host of sparrows in shrill protest

above my neighbor’s Yucca

hours before their evening roost

lassos my jerked attention


There spiraling in peristaltic stealth

upwards between its dagger-like spikes

a patterned sleuth intruding skywards


Until its length and tongueforked head

emerges with no further tiers to climb

and I transfixed in frozen stare


Watch its flicker observe the sparrows

who dash and scream a dive-bomb shower

of avian attack, their vocal machine guns


Strafing streams of chattering curses

until reluctantly it seems to withdraw

into its intestinal vine and disappears


Somewhere between the shadows and the spines

and I disappointed somehow

retreat to page and pen

To Go Back To
Hit your browser's

© Johnmichael Simon



bottom of page