The Lost Snake

It's a cool town with high rises,

With flashing lights,

With glossy roads of ambition.

I am a dweller of the suburb, in a rented house,

The wind greets me

With measured friendliness,

Like the leaning girl

From the verandah of the high-rises,

With emotions of love of a locked sea.

The silence melts one idle evening,

A rat snake enters the verandah,

With a cool posture,

Just gazing at its movement,

It's eating a venomous common crat,

Without charging me a bill.

The days are passing,

Like the buzzing wings of a busy bee,

The suburb is now a fully-grown town,

That snake may have lost its land.

I have tamed myself,

Measured friendliness is in my blood,

I have a circle of friends, a society,

A loving love,

Yet, search murmurs in my heart,

In the lonely evenings,

For the lost snake.