The boomslang is mean and green, deathly black,
Venomous and dangerous, toxic and lethal.
Shiny and glossy, glistening in the sun
Slithering and sliding, speedy and swift.
Scaling and ascending, hanging and swinging from branch to branch.
Swimming and gliding through the African waters.
Actively observing, motionless and waiting
Scenting and detecting, hiding and stalking its prey.
A small and frail little mouse scavenging for berries in the bushes,
quietly chewing at the bark.
The snake noiselessly following, ready and alert
Creeping towards it – no hope for the mouse!
Accelerating and lashing out, hissing and biting,
Coiling and crushing, poisoned and dead.
Digesting and devouring, finished and full,
Relaxed and tired, sleeping and resting.
Curled and coiled, basking and lying in the sun.
The vicious predator lurking in trees ready to strike its next victim…
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Very good indeed but please make the end rhyme
Fantastic poem son, we are very proud of you! Love Mum and Dad x
Michael this is truly brilliant stuff. I can’t wait to read some more of your wonderful writing!
Fantastic poem ! Very gripping. Keep up the hard work Michael .
Hard to believe this was written by an eleven year old. EXCELLENT WORK