Question

poem on green snake​

Answer 1

Answer:

Green Snake

Early morning, the day before yesterday,

under a slab of stone,

in a crack,

eyes glittering,

forked tongue licking and flashing,

a frog swelling his belly,

he lay there quietly:

a baby snake, two hands long,

a green snake.

“Poor thing. It’s a green snake. Still a baby.

What harm can it do?" I said.

My father replied,

“A snake’s a snake."

And mother,

“That’s where everyone walks.

We don’t need trouble. Kill it."

“I can’t," I said.

Father struck him with a piece of firewood,

chased him outside,

and killed him flat.

Answer 2

Answer: your answer is in attachment okay

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