The Snake and The Spider

One hot Mojave day,
Whilest chasing its prey,
The fast Desert Viper,
Had fallen astray,

From his normal path,
That wasn't all hazardous,
Chasing the mouse he hath,
Forgot all thought patterns thus,
Leaving him in quite a predicament,
His face all riddled with such lament.

For he lost sight of his prey,
It has seemed to have vanished,
But from the ground something grey,
It seems, had been banished.

"What sorcery is this?"
He said with a hiss,
"Six long, hairy legs,
and the size of a man's fist?"
"I am an arachnid,
Tarantula to be precise,
and though I have six legs,
They are pure artifice."

"You see they were injured,
By a set of philanges,
Those not of an animal,
But of human species."
"Those humans," the snake hissed
"Such destructive beings!
Ten fold I've almost been death kissed,
By their cursed caravians."

So they both made a pact,
Yes a snake and cripled spider,
To pay the humans back,
With venomous disire.

Outdoor Life

To those who live in the jungle of concrete,
I'll show you a place more quiet, more discrete.
Nature is its name and it's not very far,
Its beauty astounding, its grace above par.

Let's start with the forrest a mystereous place,
Filled with wonder to discover at your pace.
Abundant in life, though most may be stagnant,
Trees are alive, too, don't take forrests for granted.

Next are the glorious bodies of water,
In different sizes, shapes, and yes, even color.
Some big, some small, some green, warm and roundish,
Some sparkle, some are dull, some are long, cold and brownish.
Though some may be similar or not at all the same,
Each body is teaming with life and are in the least plain.

Last but not least are the calm, soothing plains,
See space at night, in the mornings, cut grains.
Or just relax, calmly with not a care in sight,
Though, wishint you don't have to leave you might.