Snake

Snakes are scary and cool at the same time. This poem describes how I feel about snakes.
     From Quinton

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The Silent Snake

     The birds go fluttering in the air,
     The rabbits run and skip,
     Brown squirrels race along the bough,
     The May-flies rise and dip,
     But whilst these creatures play and leap,
     The silent snake is always dumb.
     With not a sound through grasses deep
     The silent snake goes creep-creep!

               -- Anonymous


From In the Eyes of the Cat, Japanese Poetry for All Seasons, Selected and Illustrated by Demi, Henry Holt, New York, 1992