I am the scaly foot climbing up a tree to hunt for my next furry friend.

I am the big bulging eyes fixing my prey with a death stare.

I am the gland of poison mixing and stirring till I release it rapidly.

I’ll slither around sticking out my forked tongue and once I sense my prey, Squeeze, Bite, Gulp.

I’ll blend in with leaves, I’ll blend in with a stick

whatever meal I get I don’t pick. 

If there’s no mice around I’ll go for fish, 

after all, I’m the night’s best swimmer.

My scales are like plated armor that I shed every month or so.

I’m a mouse-consumer, tree-climber, fish-catcher and death-giver.