the black snake

The black snake hides

Back to its hole of darkness

He has tasted defeat

He runs with his skin intact

The dogs and cats

Chasing the black snake

Watching its every movement

Waiting to catch him for good

Though the black snake stays low

He still crawls discreetly out from his cave

Luring the innocents to his calling

Blaming the heat and the trappers

Though at times he makes statements

He carries no weight but a sorry state

Of his life on the run waiting to be caught

By the dogs and the cats on the look out

The black snake hides

In the darkest pit of shame

Afraid to show losing in defeat

Counting the days, he will be in the cage