Heralded by the great flapping wings,

                           And the raucous calls of a fat black crow,

                           The long slim black snake,

                           In broad daylight,

                           Raising its head high up from the ground,

                           Looking left and right,

                           Surveying proudly his kingdom,

                           Slithered slowly down the path,

                           Across the sand and into the short grass.

 

                           He disappeared silently,

                           Arrogantly,

                           Into the tall weeds of the woods.

                           There to hide and lie in wait,

                           For some small, unaware, simple creature        

                           To pass his coil and in an instant strike,

                           Causing a squeak and demise.

 

                                                                                                            Cerita M. Hewett

                                                                                                            May 26, 2013