What the Rattlesnake Said

By Vachel Lindsay 1879–1931 Vachel Lindsay
The Moon's a little prairie-dog.   
He shivers through the night.   
He sits upon his hill and cries   
For fear that I will bite.

The Sun's a broncho.   He's afraid   
Like every other thing,   
And trembles morning, noon and night
Lest I should spring and sting.

Source: Poetry (July 1913).

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