My cough is a deep rattle in my throat
As I draw what I see.
Pen and ink write nature.
(Cruel and violent this may seem
But it is true.)
Critics decry my drawings call me
Sensationalist
Wave research in my face
Don’t know their flapping and squawking is a
Crow’s--
Nothing more.
The rattlesnake slid hungry eyes
Up the trunk
His body one long
Acquisitive muscle as he sought
The succulent nest in which lay—nestled—
Unsafe—
Three speckled blue/brown eggs
Cradling (edible) life.
He bit and sucked
And when the mockingbird pair returned
Fluttering, screeching
He lunged, fangs dripping venom
And yellow unborn bird
Golden slitted eyes bulging.
They retreat(ed).
I draw what I see.
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Wow! I too was struck by the violence in this piece, as well as the jealous "picking" of Audubon's critics. What a picture "fangs dripping venom and yellow unborn bird" presents. You did a wonderful job giving the piece movement and feeling with your words.
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