Friday, January 13, 2006

LittleSnake



LittleSnake

Did you ever stop and talk to a snake

And ask it why it crawls?

Did you ever wonder if it's lonely

Cause no one ever comes to call?

People run and they scream, at its sight

And try to kill it dead.

No wonder that poor little snake

Feels a sense of dread.

He tries to hiss and tell them

That he won't hurt them none.

But they won't stop and listen

Until his life is done.

2 comments:

Motherkitty said...

Very cute poem. Did you write this?

Abandoned in Pasadena said...

Thank you.

And Yes, I write all my own stuff unless otherwise stated on my post.