Snake

The one with venom

With no cure for its kill

No solution for trouble it brings

And you just can’t kill something you can’t see



Silent watcher

Crawl beneath your legs

It rarely lures its prey

The prey comes by it itself



Him smile with venom on the tips of its fangs

For its prey come as if they need the venom

Cure it possibly not, heal it may be

But since illness requires chance, then death is an option



It bites, run away, watching how the prey dies

Then come back to finish the rest of it

Surviving prey promise next day meal, as death one promise today fiesta

That is how snake may live



Hard to catch, difficult to recognize

Changing its skin to cover it track

A life in a cold blood it choose

A path of a snake he live