Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Poem: What Snakes Really Do

What Snakes Really Do

When I visit the zoo
 and look through the glass,
I imagine the snakes
 alert in the grass,

they silently coil
and wait on their prey;
they sit without moving
 most of the day,

but just when you think
 they’ve fallen asleep,
they’ll spring from their perch
and make a quick leap,

they’ll snatch up their prey,
and swallow it whole,
then slither away
 to hide in their hole,

I like to imagine
 what snakes really do;
It’s not all that scary
‘cause they’re in the zoo.

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