The Hiss Of A Snake Poem by Terrance Tracy

The Hiss Of A Snake
Thalia ventured out to her garden
for her time of meditation was due.

With a smile she contemplated the
destiny of her next inspiration.
She sensed she was not alone
for just ahead she spied an object
that she despised, slithering on the ground.

Her smile disappeared at the sight
that made her countenance a sad
figure to be seen. All her efforts
to secure her position were in vain
for the slithering appearance refused
to go away to this very day.

Perhaps she could continue
if she could don a mask and remain
in her garden unfettered at the appearance
of the creature that would not go away.

For the mask that you see hides the fear
in her heart with an eternal smile for all to see.

Terrence Tracy