Snake's Delight
Slipping, sliding
Through the grass,
Not deceived by a
Pane of glass.
Tasting scents
Upon the air,
Crawling slowly
Up the stair.
Winding through
An open door,
Slipping silently
On the floor.
Being found
By the open screen,
Causing many a
High-pitched scream.
This, and basking
In the sun's warm light,
Is a little green snake's
Fondest delight.
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