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A Poem by kalra

A snake I saw
It hung from a tree.
At dawn, i cut him down.
We played like child
and rope in grass
until I'd got him lost.

It sighs,
and with forked tongue,
feels the world in an ancient way.

Now I'm near the fire pit.
Large logs
half charred.
My eyes are wet marbles.
The ground shakes
and sure enough,
here comes that snake.
Big as a train.