A golf club,
I thought forgotten in the grass,
stopping me in my tracks.
A desert mistress appeared silently,
a flicker of light glinting off her scaly back.
She lay basking in the long, green golf course grass,
hidden off the fertilized fairway,
near a perfectly groomed sand trap.
My approach interrupted
her warm, sunny toasting reverie.
Momentarily our two worlds merged,
each assessing the other.
She had a strange beauty,
my curiosity piqued.
Dusty gray-brown skin hosted
mingling stripes, evolving to a distinctive
diamond shape marking, that ended with
a tail rattle held high.
She did not hiss or flick her rattle;
did not coil to strike.
She slithered and wound away,
desert sand camouflage completely
absorbing her patterned body.
were left in her wake,
flickering at my heart.