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Siting on your pedestal so high

Perched upon a tree as if you fly

Looking for the perfect point to pounce

You can not fall from grace save for an ounce



Frozen solid trapped within the grass

Waiting for the threat he sees to pass

Coiled still, emotionless, to strike

Send the toxic venom to the spike



You mustn't slip or miss or you will die

If she moves you must refuse to lie

For if she slips your sting will hurt you more

Cause you have never bitten love before

And if she pounces death is on its way

Then you and her will both have died this day.