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--
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--
2 Comments:
At 12:57 PM,
Left-handed Trees... said…
This poem has always been a favorite of mine...I know how you love snakes!
xxoo
Mommy
At 11:34 AM,
Brandianne said…
Hello Petunia Moon,
I love your poem! I agree snakes are so misunderstood. Keep up the great writing.
Love,
Brandianne
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