Vicious Serpent

Coiling, it slithers free
Slowly, it flicks the tail.
The serpent's sly
Menacing eyes
Turning, moving
Round and round.
The day's dark
The air still
Something hangs
It's ready for the kill
Slowly, surely it turns around
Wraps itself, the victim's bound
The hiss I hear is almost pleasant
A slight breeze seems to have picked up.
The rain's arriving
The grass is fresher
The mud slippery
Under my feet.
The wind whips up
A thousand bird cries
The serpent droops it's hood
And a sudden flash
Everything goes black
And I relate the tale when I wake.