Snake Charmer

She curls and swirls
And dances to my tune
In Marrakesh's market place
Watched by a crowd at high noon,
Myra, my deadly cobra,
Puts my audience in a swoon,
I humor her and feed her well,
She is a moody lady,
When she may strike,
One can never tell,
But so far, she's been good,
I honor her
For she's my livelihood.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2008 Alfred Charasz