The Snake

by Michele Leighty

Eyes darting,

lips parting,

the snake flicked its tongue.

Body slithering,

scales quivering,

its rattle beat like a drum.

Cold blood boiling,

body coiling,

the snake attacked its prey.

Feet scurrying,

paws hurrying,

the mouse could not get away.

 

 

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