Ode to a Pet Snake


I can't see him there, - shy under the cork bark,
But I know he's there.

A living stream of primeval flesh and bone,
Jeweled in patterned hue and geometircal perfection.

His presence brings me peace.

Imagining his satiny repose,
I am in possession of a beautiful secret.

From the Keeper to the Kept,
With love and with respect.

--Author Unknown