The crickets chirp as darkness falls,
As we hear the deadly night owl's call.
The mice quickly scatter to their nest,
Hoping they're doing what's best.
Never able to stop and think about that deadly poison stink.
The Viper strikes and kills its prey, with the poison from the other day.
The mice don't move or dare to think,
With death boiling at their feet.
Only when the touch is felt,
Do they bolt like all the rest.
But by then death is too near,
And the crafty Viper strikes once again.
Seeing once more what it knows,
That another day must dawn again,
With the predator feasting on the prey until the end.















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