The hissing sound
As it slithers around in the open space
As it hides deep in the meadows
With its slimy body
As it gets ready to go after
its prey
The head tilts up
The fangs start to draw near
The poor little creature it never had a chance
As for now it’s trapped inside
This reptiles body
as it is the size of a softball going down the slithering body
While the rattle gets louder
It’s telling us to stay far away
To let us know it’s near
Or we will be its next prey
As its body lays deep in the meadows
Waiting for its next prey
About the Creator
Jennifer lindquist
I’ve always had a interest in poetry since I took a creative writing class in high school. Writing poetry is my safe place where I can either get positive or sometimes negative energy out by my writing of poetry.
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