The Crane And The Snake Poem by White Tiger

The crane spreads its wings, while the snake coils to strike
Both have great agility, and flamboyance when they fight

The crane hops, the snake slithers
They sleep at night, near soft flowing rivers

For days, the crane plays, bopping its head
Swaying it many ways, before standing on one leg

All white and innocently pure,
The snake sees this dance, as an enticing lure

The snake slithers nearer, to have a better view
All this is happening, under a morning mist and dew

But the crane's alert, she knows what's there
Peeking from the bush, under this damp air

The snake gets closer, close enough to strike
The crane blocks with her wing, and postures for a fight

But the snake backs off, smiling at the crane
While the crane postures on one leg, smiling back just the same.


C. Vergara
06.14.2011