The King
I sat motionless on the sloping hill
A King Cobra my only companion
Between us was only a bubbling rill
And below us a wide canyon

The hill was terraced and had many crags
And a recess off to my side
He watched me with the wrath of Con
Across the small divide

Hour after hour he was unchanged
This beautiful Cobra snake
'Til I thought I would become deranged
And my bones began to ache

I chanced to move, not quickly
To wipe my wrinkled brow
For I was feeling quite sickly
I needed to leave there now

I reached for some reeds 
To put on my brow
And for my nose that bleeds
Suddenly he was gone and I know not how.

Copyright © 2004 Lunaria (Lila May Guptill)