Bite Of The Big Blue Snake Poem by Hubert Wilson

All feared ITS approach!
Mum as IT did slowly encroach.
Back from ITS anticipated path.
Understandably avoiding ITS perceived wrath.
Looking at IT as IT did silently slither.
All in a quiet dither.
Not one person could disrespect.
Could they eventually also feel ITS deadly effect?
Everyone felt a sympathetic connection -
Seeing such a lengthy Air Force blue ambulance collection!

Still remembering all those C-9's off loading their human 'cargo' to long 'snaking' lines of Air Force blue ambulances. Wondering how many will now be 'bitten by big blue snakes'?