The Killer In a Water Pot

THE KILLER IN A WATER POT In the corner stood the water pot Standing on a grass ring it held firm Its inner walls slippery with growing algae For years it held water A thirsty lad would run to Just to quench his thirst So vital to life but often ignored That when the cobbler slithered its way into the pot The intrusion went unnoticed The killer intruder a home found When the lads refilled the pot it joyed in the cool At night it prowled the kitchen The mice its food became And indeed in length and size it grew Its black skin in tandem with the dark pot A camouflage provided… All broke loose when the water ran low A thirst lad dipped his hand into the pot For a refreshing cup to draw The startled slither struck at the hand The venom from the bite strong enough to slay the lad A glorious day turned gloomy as the boy breathed his last The hunt was on to kill the killer…