It was a good day the poet thought as he walked thru the park.
He sat down on the bench, with achy knees he rubbed them.
He looked down and saw a snake, startled by his discovery he jumped on the bench.
The snake continued to slither closer, closer to the bench.
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You held my attention to the very end. I like this. And a good lesson is contained in your poem...... don't assume the worst and don't let fear be your guide. Good job.