Eyes like jewels
Shining, glinting
From side to side
They keep on sprinting
Skin of scales
Of an emerald green
Constantly hiding
Doesn't want to be seen
Forked red ribbon
Darting in, darting out
Smelling the air
Flickering about
Coiled up
Holding still
Waiting for insects
Ready to kill...
The verses above
Together they make
A well-rhymed description
Of a small green snake.
©FGennari2008
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You have the makings of a wonderful poet.