Silently slithering, a serpent so sleek,
Seeking solace, beneath a sun-baked creek.
Scales shimmer, shimmering, shining so bright,
Slinking slowly, through the shadows of night.
Suddenly stopping, with a silent hiss,
Spreading stillness, as the wind whispers bliss.
Swiftly seizing, a small, unsuspecting mouse,
Swallowing slowly, with a satisfied grouse.
Slinking away, into the whispering reeds,
Secreted safely, where no one can heed.
The sneaky serpent, with its slippery skin,
Sleeping soundly, until the hunt begins.