Just something I wrote while I was in the bus to kill time. Enjoy!


Slithering down the peaceful lake,

Goes along a sneaky snake,

Vicious fangs and ice-cold eyes,

This creature is known for its hurtful lies.

Off he slides in his peaceful way,

Under the hot sun of the beautiful May,

Searching for something that no one knows,

Not even I know what stories he has told.

And there, suddenly, a quiver, a shake,

Something flickers in the mind of a snake,

A dormouse emerges; but it is too late,

As a prisoner is its sealed fate.


Hope you liked it!