J.B. LeBuert (Kenmore, New York)
(01) Serious Stuff
Dawn approached and it slithered about.
It smelled the odor with its snout.
Creeping down and staying low,
The saliva began to secrete and flow.
Eyes flickering, skin pulsing with sweat,
Nothing could survive anything it met.
It crouched, ready to pounce.
As heavy as an elephant, or light as an ounce.