Radical Indian Snake!

Early morning in the farmlands of an Indian Village, I was watching from some distance!

He sat with his feet placed firmly on 2 bricks and a small hole dug in between!

It was the most radical time and space of the whole day,

Time for some musing and loosing some extra pounds as well !

Time for shooting perfect cylindrical shaped infinite loops of art into the dug hole!

Time for being the scholarly reader of the local newspaper in his hands!

Time for the squatting and balancing and aiming and shooting!

It was going extremely artsy, the shape formed he could not even fathom to draw with his own hands!

The abstract art kept his attention for a while, then he fumbled upon his own reflection in a puddle in front of him!

As he began to Imagine his image grow into a handsome young fella, I, slinging and hissing, entered the puddle furiously!

His healthy free motion stopped, jaw almost dropped and he tried to reach for his bucket of water to wash off and run, but keeping my body in the puddle, I came too close and he froze in his place!

He could not think of anything, He could not move! The art sculpture hanging halfway from down there, He could not move the load anymore!

Everything froze, the time and space! I was having fun, hissing at his lips!

This weirdly satiated me and I released the adaptive ballast, a little in the puddle, the rest on his face!

He fainted instantly, with smelly loops hanging out of his bottom!

I washed myself in the puddle and slung away,

It had been a long time I ate that rabbit! I am hungry again!

P.S: I am a snake, and I pooped on the man! Radical, right?

Daily Post – Daily Prompt – Radical!


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