A N A C O N D A Poem by RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

He lay hidden in the placid lake
Attached to a fast fowing river,
Hunting on animals
Which came drink the water,
Its stamch buged with the victim,
Staying still in the bottom
Of the lake, surfacing,
Writhing on land, searching
For food, sometimes hungry,
Sometimes resting
For days after a huge lunch
Or dinner, Anaconda,
Saw ahuman's leg
Through the muddy waters
Came close, caught his legs,
Shaking, beating him up
In the water of the lake,
Slowly swallwing him alive,
After days of digestion
Spitting out the skeleton,
Anaconda had another meal,
But hunted down by
Other human beings,
Keeping its skeleton
In the museum with many a company.