You'd writhe and slither to and fro.
  I loved watching you shed skin and grow.
I'd pick you up and hold you in my hands.
  Show you off especially your colored bands.

I'd watch your jaws stretch over your prey.
  Then after eating you'd find a place to lay.
Your colorfulness captivated many.
  Your bad faults you hadn't any.

I made your habitat realistic and free.
  You never once even tried to bite me.
I hope God keeps you close at hand.
  With your wandering ways and colorful bands.

   Ramona Logan