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