He eyes glow yellow in the purple night
His body hiding in layers of green
Shining silver as the moon rises
To reveal the truth
He reaches with delicate claws
To strike the brightness away
He fears it
If he is found
He think he will die
For his back is still throbbing
From the black snakes of poison
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The Poetry of a Little One
PoetryAll of my poems over the years in one place. Started in 2011.
