Serpent

Silver serpent sits serenely

waiting for his prey

Thrusting tongue to taste the air

should something pass his way

Spots his quarry in the distance

Slithers from the branch

Hypnotises victim with

His mesmerising dance

Hapless creature captured, trapped

Spellbound in a daze

Paralysed completely

By the silver serpents gaze

— shazbat, Jul 15, 2009

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: Norfolk, UK, GBR

Favorite Poets: Kipling, T.S Eliot, Hilaire Belloc, Ogden Nash, Spike Milligan and many more.

Critiques

yenti

16 years 10 months ago

John

A cute little thing, that nearly makes the snake lovable, LOL You seem to be able to turn these out at will, well done, take care out there in the wilds of East Anglia and watch out for the monster that lurks in the bogs on the Fen, La La Yours Ian.T

shazbat

16 years 10 months ago

Thanks Ian hope you enjoyed

Thanks Ian hope you enjoyed it, and by the way I am the Fenn that lurks in the bog John