• The Snake

    Slowly, silently it flows,
    twisting turning like a river,
    Ever flowing, ever flowing,
    Fleeing, fleeing,
    The snake flees
    the predator is now the prey,
    fleeing from the hunter,
    the hunte3r with a gun,
    who wants its skin,
    Its slippery skin,
    Its shiny skin,
    For a profit, Just a profit.
    For a profit, nothing more.
    The snake pauses,
    Its tounge flicks out to taste the air,
    Sense its predator,
    The hunter
    The gun,
    It moves on,
    Ever fleeing from the hunter
    From the hunter with the gun,
    Who wants to kill it for a profit,
    Just a profit and nothing more.
    Prey all around it,
    Birds mice and rats, but it ignores,
    Its ever fleeing from the hunter,
    From the hunter with a gun.
    The snake sees the tree,
    Shelter,
    Safety,
    From the hunter with a gun.
    It scales the tree,
    Coiling higher, ever higher,
    A shot rings,
    Birds scream, flee, fly,
    Creatures scuttle for shelter,
    A lifeless body falls,
    Slim and green, once full of life,
    Falls to the earth
    GONE!
    GONE!
    GONE!
    A life for a profit,
    Just a small profit,
    A life for a profit, and nothing more.