Note: I’m not a girlie girl – at all.
I caught the sweet girl yesterday, and thought she was real neat.
But my mother seems to think other wise, and says. “That thing you may not keep!”
I want to hold her in my hand, rub my fingers down her back.
But if I do I know my mom will give me a good whack.
Momma said “That thing will bite, just you wait and see.”
I replied in my sweetest voice, “She wouldn’t do such a thing.”
“We shoud keep her.” I said to her, “She’s little and could get used to us.”
I could tell by the look on my mother’s face that she’d rather get hit by a bus.
I got to keep her for while, so a good friend could see,
and after that good friend went home, I kept her, now for me.
I put some grass into a cage, and some dirt and some sticks.
I put Tosha right inside, she seemed to like it quite a bit.
She explored and looked around, and found a spot she liked.
She curled up into a little ball and went to sleep for the night.
I woke up and it was raining hard, so I went to rescue her from the wet
She was aleady awake and up and about and had left the place she’d slept.
I still have her in my backyard, mom hasn’t said “Get rid of it” today,
So she’s safe now in her cage, she safe, if only for a day.
She’s been real fun for the time I’ve had her, and a memory she leaves in her wake;
the memory of the day we found Macintosh, the memory of Macintosh the snake.
The quidnuncs that love me most.
Because the ones that love me most obviously comment the most.