Serpents occupy the garden
It wanders through both soil and vines that block the sun
Becoming an ever-present threat, it remains
Not too certain of prey, it remains
Dormant in the shade, ever-present and curled underneath the foliage
All that exists outside the nature made barracks is a small boy
Playing, laughing, and loving
He doesn’t notice the slow but near danger
He doesn't notice the air becoming tense
He doesn’t even notice the scale bound rope that enclosed him
It ends, but not quickly
The prolonging scene last as long as the child kept playing
