The Snake

Creeping, silent

Stealthy, still

Going in

For the kill

Lofty, crafty

The tricky snake

Slithers toward

Its unsuspecting prey

Dangerous, unruly

Wild, uncontrolled

It will do anything

To reach its goal

Two-faced, cunning

Loathsome, sly

Will not let this opportunity

Pass it by

Wicked, greedy

Impulsive, rash

The serpent snatches its victim

Its target takes a last breath

But the snake doesn’t know

That the mouthful

Is its downfall

It chokes on its greed

Its own recklessness its demise

What the snake failed to see

Was the poison red hide

Reviews

[Amanda]

Really great job, Brooklyn. I love it :)

[Gastelum]

this is great. you have some great momentum when you write. what made you think about writing a poem about snakes?

[MandaBear]

wonderful. great new way to take an old idea and make it new

[dontwakeme]

A new take on an old idea...very nice.

[Sophie]

Just who just discovered you can send read requests of work thats not yours ;)

[Abbie]

Interesting poem. I really like this poem. I think the recklessness and greed that the snake shows, a lot of people have. Usually, It does lead to their downfall. Great poem.