Gold and black
With diamond back
I slither toward my prey
Close to the ground
Without a sound
I smell what I will slay
In silence I prepare to strike
My presence still not known
The victim's failure to escape
Is like a seed not sown
I sink my fangs into its heart
Injected venom swims
The little body shakes a bit
And then its life force dims
I gulp the creature wholly and
Thereafter rest a while
My forked tongue it flickers forth
And I appear to smile
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