The Hidden Serpent

Here I hide

My whole being is a disguise

Tubers are where I commence

Flowers false and blue

I sit here

My body green from tip to toe

Twisted in my stipule

Not a straight stem can be seen

Blue spots match my eyes

I sit here still and silent

Waiting to pounce

Upon my prey

Venom drips from my mouth

I sit here waiting

For my victim

To be near

Celia Poppinjay - 7/8/2020