Deadly Kiss

• Jacinta Ellis, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2018

Going on a bushwalk, in the high hill tops
It's a beautiful day, in the sunshine we hop
We freeze, paralysed as we hear a rustle in the bush
The crowd starts to hustle and all start to push
Out emerges the snake with its pure evil eyes
"HISS!" It says, it strikes but has a miss
We all run away from the deadly kiss.