Tim Armour poem: Facing My Fears

On one warm day this fall
I took chainsaw and maul
Out to tackle my firewood pile,
To lay by winter fuel
For the season of yule
And beyond, for a warm domicile.

When I levered a log
And I gave it a jog
And it rolled to the ground with a rumble,
I was faced with a sight
That would fill me with fright,
Cause my macho bravado to crumble.

Where that log rolled away
An ophidian lay
Just as big as a boa constrictor.
There we were face to face.
If we shared an embrace
Then I feared I would not emerge victor.

My heart ceased to beat
As I froze on my feet
And I feared I may need Extreme Unction,
But my fears did subside
When indeed I’d not died.
It was merely A Reptile Dysfunction.