A Serpent on My Path

On my way back home Whilst walking the straight clearing Made by trampling over grass By human feet, creating a path without greens. I walked this way many times already, And many times I came back home safe. I thank my ancestors for making a path. Its kept clear, flowers will not bloom Not on that pathway, Nor will shrubs and bushes Scratch my legs. I love this path! My legs! It bleeds from four deep and small holes! Blasted snake! Really had to walk my way! I hear the crows loud and clear While in my head, a Gyroscope that lost its spin. I never realized That I stepped on a snake’s tail. It never hurts to be cautious and not complacent on things that are long before existing and known.