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Winding his way silently through The undergrowth and bushes, That are his domain: For the eagle may be king of the skies And the lion the ruler of the plains. But down among the dead leaves, And the dried twigs and darkened earth There is but one ruler; - the snake. He slithers and slides his way Throughout his kingdom Scaling trees and then Hanging from their branches, By a Powerful, grasping tail Wrapped tightly around one of them, So that he may survey the surrounding area, In his endless quest for food. Then he drops to the ground And winds himself away, Into the darkness of the jungle floor, Ciaran Hassett 3B. |
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