Egyptian COBRA
Geschrieben von Rosie Lindsay
I am the beast of the Pharaohs.
I have been here for hours.
I lie here in the gloom, in the twisted undergrowth.
My long body is coiled, my venom ready.
I sniff. I can smell you.
I watch in the gloom, my tail swishing.
I take the lethal strike.
Can you see me?
I am like shining bronze, polished and strong.
I am slow, but, when I see you I am fast as a bullet, and deadlier.
Which won’t take long.
I have eyes like the torches in the tombs of the Pharaohs.
I dance to the tunes of the wilds.
I coil, I slither, I hiss.
I protect my eggs. My eyes blaze in the darkness. I am watching you.
When the wild songs play, I whisper my words.
My tongue is out.
I dance. I am a slave to the music.
Do you like my dance?
In the dark forests and roaring rivers and thorny bushes, I lurk, alone.
And when the sun rises over the dark forest, casting a blood red light over the cold river,
I go back to the shadows
I wait there, for the darkness to come again.
Prey is best fresh.
I bite the lizard.
I fall upon it, and swallow it whole.
Everything has to come to the darkness, sometime.
I am frozen, a statue,
cold and heartless.
Unblinking, uncaring, unfeeling.
Weasle-like creatures run past, their scruffy coats shining wet with the driving rain.
I retreat, further into the shadows.
The rain crashes in the bare trees, the sky thunders.
My eyes gleam.
Everything has to come to the darkness, sometime.
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