You Can't Catch Me.

1,000 years couldn’t hold your lips together. If only you could see the dark side of your words, the venom that spreads through the veins of each person you bite. Slither down hallways, hiss at even the gentlest of lambs. It’s you who feeds apples to the naive. It’s you who tempts with the suavity of a lyrical lie. A lone mouse who shall hardly squeak a sound becomes your most recent prey. The mouse scampers till you corner it, then it’s small eyes shift between yourself and the ground as it’s heart beats at an incredible rate. The innocent is destroyed by the venom that leaks from your lips. And you have no shame of this, but, sorry to say for you, little snake, someone was watching above. Eyes keen, mind wise, arms strong, yet gentle. He is the owl. His graceful flight lands on the ground before you. He looks you in the eyes, his are large and filled with a honest balance. His head tilts toward you little snake, and the fool you are, you try to sink your fangs into such a modestly, beautiful creature. But he is swift and cunning and you have much easily become the prey of a lovely predator. So, can’t you keep a secret? Little snake.. You may be most deadly, but he, above you, is much better at what he does than you will ever be at what you do. Too bad, you are a snake, and always will be. We can only dream that you would change.