The Big Black Box

In my room there is a big black box,

and inside this box there are three branches that span the width of the box.

On them perches a bright green snake who stares out two glass doors.

Beware of opening these doors at night or else that flicking tongue might bite.

Because at night he slowly, methodically paces back and forth and up and down.

The whole time flicking his purple tongue to taste what is around.

At the bottom of the cage are paper towels and he gently scraps his white bell across them as he

journeys to the dog bowl in the corner to take a sip of cool water.

Finally he settles on the middle branch and watches, always watching, with silver eyes

for any movement outside. Because if that movement comes too close

his neck will coil and his pupils will grow large as he waits to see if he should strike.