With Snakes

To fraternize with garden snakes
It doesn’t take much spine –
One can cross their paths unscathed,
Get bit but end up fine.
See, interest in the garden snakes
Marks fear of the unknown;
She’d rather be with something plain
Than bored and all alone.
So with her little garden snake
She’s sitting while she ponders
Of then and now, what ifs and whys
But then her focus wanders…

What is that frightful creature
Slithering with such tuned finesse?
Why, none other than the cobra
Come in search of its new nest.

Now, to tango with the cobras
Takes a hell ’a lot ’a nerve;
She mustn’t get too close
Because if it decides to swerve
Then she’s caught in the undertow
Of its commanding power.
Her garden snake is useless now,
In fearfulness he cowers.

But she forgot about the garden snake –
The cobra’s much more thrilling.
It is danger in a living form
And she is more than willing
To function off adrenaline
And leave her sense behind.

Why fraternize with garden snakes
When cobras coax your mind?