Self-Sealing Poem by Keith Parsons

Sneaky Viper, stealthy indeed,
Lonely lurker,
Lower your chin,
Your bite hurts, but does not bleed.

Scaly vixen of the crooked race,
Focus on me;
I see you;
Prey for food, I am not your taste.

Tall grass, low to the ground
Slither hither;
I am self-sealing;
Venom makes venom, turned around;

Crouching worm, lunge at me;
Thin and fast,
Take a bite;
Spiny armor, you do not see.

Your kind, I know you well;
Seek your week;
Fight the goose;
Keep away, fear my spell.