Pretty young cobra, just out of shell
With that cute hood, the unique stamp
Marked with an omega, or some read
On that hat, that unrelenting Om!
I walked too close with that kerosene can
In mind not harm but desire to own
But now I see hissing, so sudden
Cobras, diverse color, in dozen
From that very empty sandy ant hill
Moving into protect the small snake
I took a step behind, me to wake
And think of that strange dreaming still
With that cute hood, the unique stamp
Marked with an omega, or some read
On that hat, that unrelenting Om!
I walked too close with that kerosene can
In mind not harm but desire to own
But now I see hissing, so sudden
Cobras, diverse color, in dozen
From that very empty sandy ant hill
Moving into protect the small snake
I took a step behind, me to wake
And think of that strange dreaming still
Henry Victor 15.07.2003
Note: Photograph provided by Gitanjali Victor
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