The Cobra
Slippery
Cold
Carries dark spots and patches
Wet looking
Rope-like
Crawling
Shooting up
Hissing
A raising up of a floppy triangular head
A flinging out of a string-like tongue
A poisonous bite
A careless death
All these contribute to the fright of a cobra
Even though it obeys and dances
With the Indian flute
Even though with poisonous teeth extracted
A first impression and knowledge
Is always important and unforgettable
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