On
a rainy day
Once
the place I stayed
The
cobra would come
From
the secondary forest
It
wriggled through the steel fencing
It
ran to the garden crawling along
There
wasn't much I could do
When
it was raining like cats and dogs
Once
the rain stopped
Checked
under the bungalow
It
always hidden from sight
The
cobra would hide
The
workers would hunt
When
they were told to come
When
it was found nothing around
The
day could go quietly by
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