Graceful But Dangerous
I stood still watching a thing
It moved gracefully in peace
like a train wagon I thought
appearing in crowded foliage
I saw Michelangelo genius
but it wasn’t St. Peter’s Cathedral
A dream of millipedes twined
on sycamore tree branches
but it was bigger than millipede
rays of setting sun smelt its belly
and I thought it a beautiful pearl
that grows in wild jungles
My eye sight lens were lying
I was stunned and scared
when wild guesses revealed truth
a dangerous tropical cobra
had placed its mouth near my head
A simple move and deadly strike
on the head would let me kiss bye
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