Oh how far hath the serpent fallen-
To plastic bins on sidewalks,
In the hands of frightened strangers.
once they were feared broadly
And respected, divine-
Now they are coddled and kissethed.
Thiefs long ago stole their powerful arms and legs and fire.
They now lay on shoulders-
Comforting necks like expensive but uncomfortable fur,
coiling without striking, a postulation
They whisper their griefs(beg)
With fast forked tongued whispers-
To an uncaring breeze.
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