Yeah...that was sad... but it is a beautiful poem. I found an old poem I wrote a while back, mind if I post it? A tribute to my favorite snake.
The Anaconda
The Anaconda is a spy. He slides along
Stabbing out his forked tongue
As he slithers through the mud
He discovers a calf chewing the cud.
The Anaconda is a wonder.
He begins to ponder;
The calf sits, naive and yet to discover
The secret of the great water boa.
The Anaconda's skin of olive green;
And alternating black ovals in between,
The colours become a blur, a flash
As the Anaconda runs a dash
He lurches forward, full of valour
And oh! the gore!
The galleons of blood shed
Stained the grass a ruby red.
The Anaconda is a coiled spring. He constricts the victim,
The poor calf dies very quickly.
He consumes the slaughtered prey
And then comes the following day.
The Anaconda is a fierce marauder,
He slides across the water, his body becoming broader
He wraps around his victim, the prey
And dusk draws forth, the end of the day.
~ by Hisuwashi ~