Old Poem

In honor of Halloween tomorrow, and creepy or misunderstood creatures everywhere, I am sharing a poem I wrote in 2005.

Snake

Slim, sleek, slithering serpent
Away with morn
Awake with dark
a robber of life, swooping down like a bat
the beheld predator of a single rat...
Slick, slim, nobody knows
what lurks beneath the life of night...
"That despicable creature!" They wail...
scream...
For never again will they find
the killer of night...
the death of day...
for an innocent creature as this,
to them, must pay
for everything...
of which it has not done.

--Petunia Moon, 2005, age 9--