Running Across the Meadow

Running across the meadow,
grass up to my knees,
when I realized, rattlesnakes,
like the meadow breeze.

Out of sight, from perdition,
which soared the early sky,
for I am in the grass, a snake,
awaiting my passing by.

I jumped, up in the air,
my feet never touching down,
going another yard or so,
before they touched the ground.