Crawdad Fishin


so uncle Emmett was down to the crick
fishin out crawdaddies and not watchin
the bank as per usual when up come a big
black snake crawl out a half submerged stump
like to have scared the death into old uncle
emmett, but bein quick and outdoor savvy,
he knew to jump up out that bog and find
a clear patch of hard ground well enough, and
just to be sure to slow it down, he spilled
half his folger’s can of crawdaddies out   —
by time he was back up to the truck with
little cousin davey, that ol snake was
sunnin fat and happy down on the rocks
and uncle emmett was wheezing from his sprint.

David M Pitchford
11 Jan 2012

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