Slither on little snake,
slither on.
I see you there crossing my path
with your sleek vibrant green body
mesmerizing
with your
shimmering red scales
along your tail.
Intimidating
with your perfectly formed sphinx pose
while sliding past
as your beady eyes glare my way.
Slither on little snake
there is nothing to see here
simply a girl
unable to sphinx quite as high as you.
There is no competition here,
slither on little snake,
slither on.
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Very vivid poem the snake came to life.
You are right Jennifer, I did indeed see a poisonous snake on my hike. I may have done a little jump.
Thanks Elsie.
Slither on is what I’d be saying, for sure! Love the sounds this poem creates.
You must have come across a snake on a hike! I am not afraid of snakes, but I would definitely steer clear if I came across one in the wild!