Slithering at pace through grasslands looking for shelter
as the intensity of the sun beats down on this savannah
with it's darting tongue tasting the hot and arid air
serpent slender silent and full heads for it's liar.

It has been a good morning as the hunt has been fair
it has swallowed it's victims whole as it never tears
making good progress to reach it's rocky mound
midday is here this serpent should be underground.

A hurried sense of danger looms from overhead
by misfortune this serpent could well soon be dead
it sees a winged shadow drift slowly across it's path
many of his kind have fallen across this killers wrath.

The first deadly strike happens all too soon
numbness shields the pain of talons so sharp
for death has descended on this living being
as the cloak of darkness once more takes toll.


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris