It keeps my house activated, <br />Like ripe pepper on the tongue of a novice <br />It moves from place to place, in corners of my house <br />Chasing the rats and even astray marmots, <br />Making a sharp halt at my heel, as it jumps high to salute me, <br />Resuming back to its hunt, chasing the house mouse <br />In funny movements of a joking hunter, <br />It takes hold of the prey and leave free <br />Without sinking its lethal fangs it the soft muscles <br />Of the panicking back of desperate prey <br />Now in the tight grip of its mandibles, <br />It wags its tail and screams loudly, threatening the prey <br />To repeat the deadly fun, the freed prey knows not, <br />Dives of running for freedom, thanking innocent gods <br />For the escape not knowing the power in the mercy <br />Of my lengthy and muscular black mamba snake, <br />The harmless ornament of my house made it so.<br /><br />alexander opicho<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-black-snake/
