An Escape
On the day
When we encountered,
What did you think of me?
As your predator or prey?
That buzzing sound
you created was to
threaten me or to alert me
that you were coiled on the ground?
When everyone said
you were venomous
and your single bite
would make me dead,
I was the one
who knew that
I was alive then because of you
and without your concern I am none
You made us
realise that you will
never ever disturb anyone
unless we don't mess
You made them
discern the fact
that nature never fails;
You are a gem.
Thanks for not biting me;
Thanks for not failing me;
Thanks for your patience;
Thanks for your concern.
A tribute to the Russel's viper snake that I met within a striking distance while working in my garden. It was so kind and reported its presence by making the hissing sound or else I would be dead by now...
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