Snake

The first snake I ever saw

In Kings Park

Was hanging, lifeless,

From a 'burra's beak

The bird's hard whack

On the tree branch

As it scarfed

The snake fast and whole.

The snake a thin thread

Trailing behind the perched bird

A sign of life, and of love

And of freedom.

And my concerns, and my fears

And the frustration I came to lose

They evaporated, as one

Before the scene.

The first snake I saw

Came at a time most needed

Though its lesson

I still
Wonder afore.