Snakes Poem by Whispers of The Unseen

As I walk upon this Earthly soil,

I begin to think about the snake that coils,

Underneath the tree's shade I see,

Its eyes full of glee,

As it sees the coming prey,

Which to the snake is a stray,

Vulnerable and weak, too gentle to stay.

Little does it know that the prey can see,

The deadly eyes of the beastly adversary

And yet I simply walked past the tree.

The snake held back, for reasons arbitrary

Or was it just all imaginary?