In the middle of the night
You magically slide in the bushes
Roughly hissing your tail, slowly
Searching for your next meal, sadly you
Devour your victim.
I saw lots of your spoor around
The bushes; they say beauty lies in
The patterns of your skin and in
Your slow sliding.
O what an horrific reptile you are
YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN LORD OF LIZARDS.
© Nomonde Ngcamu