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scorpion




the poem is a scorpion
at home in its habitat
segmented and transparent
so campers can tell one end from the other
and act accordingly

it won't seem aggressive
you won't know it's there
till, trapped in your sleeping bag
a zippered jail
you feel it crawling up beside you

it's a predator, adapted to survive –
first you feel
the grip of pincers taking hold
then the body-flung-forward sting
of the tail

© 1990 by Beth Stevens