i was; was staring at grass
floating on a pond so thick
it caught balls like mitten
eggs on open nest so clean
i could imagine hidden python
beneath; ready to strike
was about to reach for my ball
i was told moccasin lives there
in multitudes hungry for blood
it's 38*F right now it can't be
that seed of fear has taken space
will leave that; donation to brave
i look back; guy with ball picker
casually picking each of them
i run back i beg him for my ball
he kindly ask me what brand it is
and handed me two instead; smiling
i only want mine with my name
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