Snake Poem by Gert Strydom

With sunrise many dismayed birds do wake me
where they do get me immediately at a window,
and through the window in the apple tree I notice the snake.
For it the birds are utterly angry and scared
and it's a grown ring-necked spitting cobra
and it has caught a small chicken
where with it, it hangs halfway out of the tree

and these things do bother me when they come to near to people,
at first I am angry and astonished by it
where for the swarm of birds it does hiss malicious
and it's age-old-evil like in the garden where it is busy cunningly,

far too near to the house where for every one it does hold danger,
I do think while I fold open the ELG twelve bore shotgun
and it is red LG cartridges that I do hold in my hand
than can stop great danger deadly
can halt a human, a warthog in its tracks

and to the snake that can spit and strike it makes a deadly impression
where the gun claps like thunder,
what is left of the snake drops from the tree
when grains of lead does tear it to bits

© Gert Strydom