Eve's Advocate
With patience, in a concealed place,
in long grass, or a packing case
as unwary prey comes apace
never his footsteps to retrace
With cold eye, beady, dead in space,
Uncoiling with hypnotic grace,
Slow motion skin - an awful lace,
To silent earth, no sudden trace.
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