cobra

                                                        Cobra

                             By:  Grace Gates         This did not really happen to me



    Take a walk through the woods
            I'm followed by a slither
                  I start to shake
                      my spine gets a shiver




      As I turn to see who's there
            The cobra strikes quickly
                   I tumble to the ground
                  and my skin becomes wrinkly



               Ten years I am doing fine
                      But every night I scream
                            That is because
                                   of what a night it was
                                              the night of the terrible dream