SerpentsA Poem by Judy PoncebySlithering across the ground.
Slipping between blades of grass. Sunning himself on a granite slab. Tasting the air with his forked tongue. Smooth skin scaled from start to finish. Cold-blooded body warmed from above. Stalking prey by scent and heat. Striking swiftly with precision. © 2011 Judy PoncebyReviews
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7 Reviews Added on April 25, 2011 Last Updated on April 25, 2011 AuthorJudy PoncebySwanton, OHAboutI am me. Living life. Learning love. And laughing. A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom. – Robert Frost more..Writing
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