The Lure

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It hung there

mid-air,

A great big snake

Like a kite stuck

But no trees

Or no lamp posts around.

Each passing day

I had wondered

Some days,

The other cars

Obstructed my view

Some, we hastened past

Restricting me from seeing

One day came

When we didn't

Hurry and nothing blocked

Then,

I asked

If we could

Take the different route

Over the bridge

Closer to the bay,

Where stayed

The great big snake

Pensile.

As we approached

The nylon netting

Tied up to the frame

Low and high,

Loose and tight

At one time, used

bothered with no more,

Hung, high up

Beguiling one!

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