There in the animal kingdom was a sense of peace.
For a time at least. Yet something lurked in the wetlands beneath.
Waiting to beseech hate and resentment.
All the animals lived with contentment.
The monkeys laughed, the bees crafted, the elephants bathed, the donkeys worked their hard graft.
The jungle was free from wrath.
The jungle free of gloom.
There unity soon to be Impugned.
Even the lioness and the mouse had always been friends.
Though in terms of the spectrum of size they were obviously at opposite ends.
The course of this would change like the river bends.
As the serpentine snake slithers to the wetlands end.
And enters the jungle paradise.
With wicked whispers that were not nice.
With cold blood and a heart as wicked as ice.
So articulate and able to persuade and be concise.
Please remember snakes love mice.
The venomous tongue began to sing.
Think of the disease that the mice bring.
Their ears so large, they hear the melodies of the birds clearer than any of us.
They are so sneaky their feet pitter patter with a hush.
They can squirm into any bush any hole to get what they want
They are so small they are never caught in a typhoons gust.
The animal's mouths now gaunt.
The snake slithering up the tree and taunts the mouse.
Heckles from the geese and the grouse.
The animals shout,
You are not welcome in this house!
The mouse whimpers, the snake simpers.
The frogs in the wetland have already croaked.
The snake's words so bespoke.
Soon to dine in a jungle where all was once fine.
Where no one had a nemesis.
The snake was there in the genesis.
Of creating a jungle unfair, the mouse scuttling away in despair.
The lioness no longer cared.
About the friendship they once shared.
The snake writhed in delight in the discontent he was able Sire.
The mouse scared, as frowns began to attire the animals faces.
The mouse looks around and can only see distaste.
This jungle of love now set to waste.
Begrudged and the victim of hate.
Resentment and judgement. For the mouse it was too late.
The jungle of friendship had finished the animals begin to sneer in a vicious spate.
Feral traits. Behaving like animals was their fate.
The mouse had never shrunk in size as much as the mouse shrunk in the animal's eyes.
All of them had fallen victim to the snakes' guise.
Although the tree frog remained wise.
And cried "look into the snakes eyes, look around you as unity dies. Can you not hear the malevolence? Unity was our elegance!"
It was too late by now the snake had elevated to the top of the social ecosystem, the animals found no relevance in what the tree frog had to say.
And the snake whispered so no one could hear "I'll be back for you little froggy another day."
The snakes conceited desire to divide and cause the animals to fray.
Beneath the snake's words venom covertly did spray.
This jungle no longer merry and gay.
Words have power and the snake cared not what he had to say.
Causing division like shadows and rays.
Causing the animals emotions and minds to be lulled into a haze.
So, that on the mouse's flesh he could graze.
As, in the wetlands the frogs had met their last days.
The tree frog, sad, disheartened and simply wishing the animals would realise the snakes wicked ways.
Though the animals no longer sung the mouse's praise.
Caught in the myriad of the snakes lies, as if they were a maze.
The snake went on to amaze al the animals captivated in their gaze.
Using clever word plays.
The tree began to sway. The tree frog fell and died in dismay. Now the mouse had no one who wanted him to stay.
The snake screamed "oh the wind whirled. If only the frog was not in the tree trying to speak of how we should be hate free, regarding this mouse!"
The hate unfurled with greater ferocity; the animals sank into animosity.
The little mouse squeaked "that snake is not weak, there is no wind of which he speaks, have you forgotten I'm a mouse that I am meek! The tree frog just wanted your hate to retreat"
By this time the sunlight was firm in the sky there was enough heat for the cold-blooded snake to begin the hunt and take the mouse from the earth.
"you have no value and no worth little mouse" the snake decreed.
With the animals the mouse did plead.
But already the snake had sown the seed.
With his venomous tongue of ulterior motives.
With his hate speech so alluring and emotive.
The snake whispered "soon on my poison you will be choking.
And then you will be entering my opening"
The mouse screamed "can't you see all of the animals, what we once used to be.
Unified and free.
Now you all hate me!"
Tears ran down the mouse's long nose. Although, lies were not part of the mouse's prose.
The animals had chosen to listen to the charming snake and now friendship they did forsake.
The tree frog dead, never to wake.
The mouse screams "one day the animals will see the lies you make!"
"I think it's now time you take the opportunity to leave for our friend the tree frog we the animals must grieve" the snake wheezed. A subtle sneer accompanied the snakes wheeze.
The animals could not see the wood from the trees!
The mouse packed up his things and his last bit of cheese.
And descended from the jungle into the wetland weeds.
The snake said oh excuse me animal friends I'm going to retire to read.
The mouse no longer had the energy to plead.
nor the energy to run through the weeds.
As, the snake descended from the trees.
Not a single animal had listened nor had heed.
That judgement is what feeds evil.
And allows evil to flourish.
And silences even those with courage.
And when the mouse was in the snake's grasp.
There was only one question left to ask.
Why did the mouse not leave before the snake had finished his bask?
In glory and the sun.