The Cobra

Slippery Cold Carries dark spots and patches Wet looking Rope-like Crawling Shooting up Hissing A raising up of a floppy triangular head A flinging out of a string-like tongue A poisonous bite A careless death All these contribute to the fright of a cobra Even though it obeys and dances With the Indian flute Even though with poisonous teeth extracted A first impression and knowledge Is always important and unforgettable