Twitching a nose
A prick of ears
One pointed east
One pointed west
Slithering quietly across the jungle floor
The hiss of a snake is faintly heard
Not a sound
A fork shaped tongue taste for danger, finding none.
Coiling in great lengths,
the snake rests his weary head.
Two beady eyes roam the bush
seeking nearby thieves.
Itching coils begin to rub
upon the stone he perched above.
Gentle winds bring swaying grasses
The cat’s patience passes.
Sunlight bright down through the trees, the hiss of the snake,
the scorch of light.
A large pink tongue swipes across dark lips
Crouching lower, he rocks lean hips
Large round eyes narrow in the dense leaves
“Don’t bother me”
hissed the snake
“Can’t you see I’ve made a mistake?”
A low rumble left the cat, whose coat was splashed with orange and black.
“Do not fear” purred the cat
“I can wait, it's not too late."
The snakes neck flared like a shield, lifting his head, refusing to yield.
“I’ve paid my dues. Can’t you see?”
Ripples of scales coiling free
“I’ve shed my skin for all to see.”
“Vulnerable is what you’ll be”
The cat extracted sharp claws.
“Sharp claws, Sharp teeth, you can not touch me.”
The snake slithered on.
“Someday, some place, I’ll track you there.
I’ll find your sin and pin you there.”
“Not today I'm afraid, God has saved me from my blame. HE hath given me a second chance.”
The snake wrapped around a tree.
Sharp claws lanced into wood,
digging deeper if he could.
The limb in which the snake did twist shaked a little in his grip.
“When you fall I’ll catch you snake”
“I can hardly wait" hissed the snake
“For one day you’ll see the way, and stalk this path another way.”
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