With A Blink Poem by John Shea

I was thinkin
Whose my mentor
I was just thinkin
Bout Hukkleberry wine
Remembering cook outs
Searching for snakes
I sought them out
My Ma and Dad loathed me
To see how they lived and died
I hid them in glass
Cages and appetizers fried
Growing up hungry
On either side of the equator
I would never hide
The sundry critters
That passed my palate
Just like the time
I stopped on the dime
To eat an arachnid salad
which helped me out
As I grew palled
I dreamed in a blink
Why call it bait
If my appetite it does sate.