The King Cobra Poem by Vikram Aarella - The Poem Shooter
The King Cobra
The king is on the prowl
It doesn't walk, but crawl
Ordinary prey is not in its mind,
Its hunts only its own kind.
It can grow up to fifteen feet,
Swallows its prey whole and neat
Like a lion hunting wild buffalo and striped zebra
The king hunts rat snakes and speckled cobra.
The king is very reclusive and shy,
But when threatened can stand up and
Look at you, eye to eye,
What a spectacle to watch, o' my
You have to see the king atleast once, before you die
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7/5/06 rokwd CR V.Aarella
This is a beautiful poem about one great indian species which our nation of contradiction have nearly managed to drive away by snatching its habitat.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 6:56:34 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I enjoyed this...educational too! I thought they ate all manner of beasties! Fine job :)