Green snake

Early morning, the day before yesterday 

              under a slab of stone,  in a crack,

                eyes glittering, 

forked tongue licking and flashing, 

         a frog swelling his belly,

         he lay there quietly:

a baby snake, two hands long ,

           a green snake.

"Poor thing. It 's a green snake. still a baby.

     What hare can it do?" I said.

           My father replied, 

          "A snake 's a snake." 

                 And mother,

" That 's where everyone walks.

  We don't need trouble. Kill it."

Father struck him with a piece of firewood,

          Chased him outside,

          and killied him flat.