(Practice short)
In the mist
A snake will hiss
Squirming all around
Spewing venom at all who persist
Coiling up to attack those who insist
Burrowing in the ground
In the midnight sky
A crow will fly
Diving in and out
Newcomers will shout
Flying in so fine
Shooting up to dine
Alas they meet
Their greet is not a perfect feat
For snake blinded crow
Hissing out venom too and fro
So toxic snake was to crow
Crow knocked out snake with one blow
Shooting up to dine on the mean ol snake
He had make a grave mistake
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A collection of poems by Ethan Hicks
PoetryThis is a collection of poems, please do not judge them as they are either practice or come from my deepest emotions (I will label them into four categories, practice, dark/deep, about reality, and happy as well as short and long) Some poems talk ab...
