Sunbathing under an ancient pine
On dried grass so fluffy and fine
Under head an opened book
Unread in this cozy nook
Strange, when breezes sweep apass
A leaf refuse to wave with other grass
Close up, I see, a slender snake
The color of a red and golden make
What a camouflage, so clever
Shortsighted, I almost miss it altogether
Is it sleep walking to a daze
Or frozen still by my amaze
No knowing, so we sunbathed alongside
No harming, no one needs to go hide
I hearsay, you are nearsighted, too?
you may sense me with your infrared,true?
Anyway, I know better I tress-pass
So I might as well leave your compass
Goodbye, my beautiful fellow bather
Shall we see each other,hither thither?