Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 On the Beach

Aruba Island rattlesnake,

A butter color I do be.

Blended in almond sand I make

Oft hard for beach comers to see.

I lost a brother yesterday,

The curse of humans building 'round

In their abnormal wasteful way.

I've trained my instincts cautious bound,

Always checking the shifting sand

For if the still and now have changed.

Any crunched footstep lights demand

If my safety need rearranged.

Unknowing, upon me you lie,

Bite your shoulder, odds are you die.