The last few times I took Rusty out
he tore around the corner of the house,
something or someone left a scent
at last I let him go thru the weeds to the fence.
Five foot long a perfect patterned skin he left,
then I recalled what mom saw and how she felt
when he slithered across the backyard,
how neat it would be though quite hard,
to stuff the skin and hang it in my workshop
but as I removed it from the weeds, I had to stop
his tail came off where he hooked it to stay
round beady eyes and gray perfect scales made my day.
Believe it or not the title was in the note pad
I was using, describing the quality of the note pad.
I tore it out to tape part of the skin to the paper for a background
and then became curious about the word duality,
looked it up and it fit the description of the design
on the snake skin so I included it in the photo!
I like to post related pictures below my poems to spark interest.
My wife walked by and remarked,
That will not stay in this house!