Tuesday, March 26, 2019

Crawdad Holes

They’re terrifying, yet alluring

Every time I see one, I hear my mother’s voice from my childhood

"Snakes built those"

But how?

They’re a mound of perfectly circle clay balls

Stacked perilously atop one another with a perfectly shaped hollow hole straight down the middle

They call to me as I walk past

Creatures below the earth sing sweet siren songs

The mystery shall live another day

I’m too afraid to topple the tower and investigate

I will continue to be in awe and imagine these mystical snakes with tiny hands 

Rolling clay like dough until they have a ball to build with

Because God forbid I lean into my calling and actually reach a single finger down the tiny hole

I would surely die

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