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SNAKE POEM

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slowly silently slithering on the sand
i have my heart in my mouth at the sight
beating fast against my rib cage
peaceful, crawling on ahead of me
without care
free

paused in my track
can't move no more

admiring this brown basking beauty
tracing a recurring s on the sand
i am in awe of the brown snake
emerald eyes glinting in the morning sun

scared and enthralled
i can never man up to kill one.

#SOPHOCLES

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