Spiritual Friend
Little butterfly in gentle flight.
Evil of curiosity plays on kid's mind.
To a cave hidden, I’m led as blind
At the mouth, a creature of fright.
Menacing, uncoiled a grass snake.
Grey spots on sleek skin; unbearable.
Still as a rod, I stood, life at stake.
Hysteric Mum reached me; a miracle.
The alcove gave into an abyss!...
Grass snake is now my friend.
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