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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368043" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Snake</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like sable coils of twisted cord that glisten in the light, <br>Scales round with tiger stripes are scored, death spoiling for a fight.<br>Draped on a stump - a tree long dead, bone dry in heat of day; <br>A flickering fork from poisoned head that smells the air for prey.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mulberry bow; Black fletched with crow: an arrow, notched, half drawn.<br>The boy, the hunter, stealing slow, makes not a sound to warn.<br>The serpent looks with steely eyes, that see no danger yet.<br>Though close below its burrow lies, the hunter's trap is set.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A powerful arc, a full drawn bow; The snake in mortal fear, <br>It dashes for its den below, an arrow thudding near.<br>A blur of sleek uncoiling rings, swift down the hole it glides; <br>The bow string twangs, the arrow sings, through flesh and bone it slides.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The threshing tail flies side to side, a writhing lashing whip; <br>Escape from certain death denied, held in the arrow's grip.<br>The hunter draws it from its lair, lays on the ground his prize; <br>The vanquished of a contest fair, like bloodied rope it lies.<br>And so plays out the ancient duel ‘twixt snake and son of man; <br>Lays slain the fleeing serpent cruel, as in the Maker's plan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dennis+N.+O%27Brien">Dennis N. O'Brien</a><div class=q>
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