Snake
By Penelope B
Published 25 August 2023
As the wind blows in the giant oak trees
A nest of snakes sleep with ease.
Rough water sways around and down the rocky mountain
And with it, the eggs.
One egg landed on soft fluffy moss, the others on solid stone.
A flicker of life awakens in one of the eggs.
Sitting there alone, in its helpless egg singing a sweet soft tune
As it turns pitch black with no light found.
Morning has awoken and the helpless snake slivers
Out of his weak egg, he opens his ocean blue eyes.
His iridescent scales slither across the rough terrain
And he says, I will see you again eventually.