A Precious Gift

In dream a snake

Crossed my path

Have feared those kind

That slither on grass

Yet composed, I remained

That being a dream, it made sense

Though didn’t know

In those moments

On an impulse, don’t know why

Asked it for a gift

A memory of our meet

Replied, it had

Only poison to share

For you, would think

Of something else

With that it moulted

Discarded it’s skin

Slipped away in the grass

Saying, that’s my gift