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