The Slinky Serpent

A serpent slithers through the grass,

Its scales a glossy, emerald mass.

It moves with grace and silent power,

A predator, its prey to devour.

Its eyes, a piercing, golden hue,

A gaze that makes the bravest cower.

With a flick of its tongue, it tastes the air,

And finds its next meal, beyond compare.

It coils around its prey so tight,

And squeezes with all its might.

No escape, the end is near,

The serpent's meal, now there is no fear.

But even still, its beauty shines,

A masterpiece of nature's design.

From the Garden of Eden to the sands of time,

The snake remains a symbol of power, sublime.