Last Rattle Poem by Ima Ryma

I see them coming down the trail,
And feel a sense instinctively
That I should quickly just turn tail,
Cuz tiz trouble coming to me.
But too late - they have come up fast.
Sadly, I make a rattling sound.
Sadly, that sound will be my last.
One of them looks and I've been found.
And that one pulls out a hand gun.
Two blasts later and I've been shot.
And just that quick my life is done.
That's how they are - like it or not.

Rattlesnakes know that humans will,
On first impulse, just wanna kill.