Glopowrimo #23

Glopowrimo #23 Ettadimoorkhan**

What one loves
is the unpredictability
of being coiled up inside
in the empty water pot
left in the bathroom
by them in monsoon
and out the next
and their fear
They did not know I am my own master
though by themselves they cannot make out
mostly
whether master or mistress of my fate I be
Then I slither out and they freeze
not knowing
on many nights
I have played with their child
swaying to my hood, tongue and eyes
herself asleep
They freeze and then they brandish sticks
I slip, slide, laugh and I hiss
as long as that hole is not found and blocked
I know that this game is merely hit and miss
I love the green fields
There I am free
Even the mongoose is afraid of me
Sometimes in the water I see me
All length and scales and darting tongue and shades
of black and gold that women love
As for red, that's only if I bite
which I seldom do except for prey
All gleaming I come and all gleaming I go
I am the architect of my own fate!
*Eda murkha, they call the ones they consider a villain
Not knowing I like my fun, jokes and games
as much as they -
the only pestilential race!

** 8 foot cobra

* you cobra