Written by Sabra Bowers
A few years ago on a Saturday, Lisa (a friend of mine) was helping me clean and walked out to my garage to go to the laundry room. She yelled to me that I had a snake in my garage. I ran to see and sure enough there was a long, long black snake right outside my kitchen door. Well, I'm afraid of all snakes and right away was yelling, "Let's find something to kill it with." She said, "No, it is a harmless black snake." As we debated about how to handle the situation, the black snake slid into my laundry room and slid behind my furnace.
That night, I left the garage door and laundry room open. I wanted the snake to have a way to vacate the house. I prayed I wasn't doing the opposite and welcoming all the snakes in the neighborhood into my garage!
The next day, I wrote this poem.
released a bonsai
to fulfill its destiny
not comfortable with
fish in a tank
can't abide a bird
in a cage
not home enough for a dog
slightly allergic to cats
satisfied with bunnies,
squirrels and chipmunks in my yard,
and with the lizard on my front porch
satisfied with the baby bird in a nest
in my hanging petunia,
and with the hawks flying overhead
and resting in my woods
not satisfied with the black snake
in the laundry room
behind my furnace.
Sabra Bowers lives in Atlanta, Ga. She enjoys writing poetry and reading her poetry at different venues around
town. You can find one of her poems on Amazon in the anthology Inner Lives Women Writers Explore Their Identity,
Expression, and Transformation. She also enjoys writing flash fiction. One of her flash stories is online in Tiferet Journal.
Sabra has an adult daughter and works full-time as a corporate accountant.
You can find Sabra here: Later, Miss Slater, on Facebook, and Twitter
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