The Species.

Snakes, everywhere they clever To hide in the rotten leaves In corners of homes, and disappear And reappear sometimes after a while Tracing its own preys in dustbins In premises of my home here always Snakes somewhat struggles for existence Their life threatened everywhere The hideouts are endangered The space they are denied altogether Suspicion of snake bites we have The end result is their own death Wonderful talent to swim and disappear The snakes otherwise beautiful ones In the sense every thing is beautiful The creation of nature never to question