Cobra

Malevolent, this creature maybe,

But it is elegant as far as I can see.

A supple body uncoils like a breeze that blows,

With curves and bends like a river that flows.

His movement is like passionate poetry,

Every inch of it is nothing but symmetry.

His open hood is what is special about him.

He is stretched, sleek, slender and slim.

Ravenous he’s been for many days,

But still with hope he tolerantly stays.

When suddenly his prey comes around,

His head quickly lifts off the ground.

Viciousness and revenge on those,

Who even dare or think to impose.

His mouth waters like never before,

Fresh flesh makes his spirits soar.

 With beauty and elegance he does a dance,

Holding the victim in his hypnotic trance.

He digs in its razor-sharp venomous fangs,

Now his prey, dead, loosely hangs.

So be vigilant and alert and cautious and aware.

Don’t provoke it either or it’ll bite you, I swear.