It sits in the long grass
It's black long skin covered away
The thing seems quite still
Acting as nothing will
Happen, it does not of course
I wonder what would have been if
I have landed on it
Stepped on it would I surely meet my doom
I run, run, crying towards my room
The thing we never found out
Scales like no other
Slimy not shiny
Black long and thick, it's body
It seemed to have no mother
A yellow stripe painted across the faceless thing
It stayed king of the hill surely
We moved away
All I can say
Is I wish I knew what the thing was to this day
