Slithering Snake-an original poem
Through the crack
Moving silently
Behind your back
It moves about
From room to room
Quickly in its route
Til its too late
Fangs pierce skin
Sealing your fate
It may bring death
Suffering in silence
Til your last breath
You don't like snakes, do you?
Not a fan, but as long as they stay outside I don't mind them.
Being a snake lover.. I really liked this one. Good Job!
Thank you! Glad you enjoyed :)