I will not be seen by your eye
in deep grass and striped am I
hiding not but hidden still
until I know it's time to ****

Low to ground I hold my stance
hidden from your every glance
yet I know you know I'm near
as I can smell your building fear

I choose my timing to announce
now any second I can pounce
It's far too late to keep on walking
now that stripey death is stalking

© One man