Slivering Snake

Cold are the snakes that sliver thru the tall grass Quietly patiently they wait Unaware is the prey that walks through its fields Carelessly open to it’s fate They meet at the crossroads surprised is the prey Then relaxed for the smile the snake gives They speak for a moment then the prey gives a pet SNAP! A victim, a climax. the mood lives Poor little person fights for the rights To pick itself up from its lows Others prepare and calculate the moment For that’s how the story goes The snake licks its chop, the victim runs away It didn’t give blood this time Ho hum says the snake there’s one born everyday I’ll be waiting for you next time