After the Workshop

Julie's comments were very helpful, which is what workshop is for.... so here is the poem again, as improved (I hope) by Julie's comments.

A Mid-Summer’s Night

I saw a snake

Climb a tree

His flicking tongue

Searching for prey

I could not see

Among the leaves

Devouring sunlight

Deepening the roots

Supporting the branch

Cradling the nest

Nurturing the eggs

warmed by the robin

swallowed by the snake

dangling above

soil enriching

Tomorrow’s worms

Strengthening robins

Gathering twigs

mending their nests.

Two days later

That same snake

Was cleaved in two

With a hoe

By a neighbor

Who hates snakes