Keep it low, no noises, or traces.
Walk light also slow, Slithering aimlessly threw this world.
Scales are layers, Layers hiding a scar or covering a deformity.
Surviving in these swampy gra**land , Not getting stepped on is the goal.
Gliding on the earth surface.
Never been accustom to relying on my vision, Rather depend and go by my native tongue.
The blood that flows within could freeze at any moment, yet this heart pumping the icy blood
is warmer than the sun rays beating down upon these scales.
Never matter , the scales stay neutral.
Soon its will fade off in the in the dust.
Never to be seen again, since these two eyes cant afford to even glance behind.
Looking forward is to the only thing that wasn't an option.
The risk f being distracted for even a spilt second to view what? The already done deed?
Never traveled in uncharted lands, residing with comfort in knowing the backward ways of the creatures.
Silly creatures deciding to engulf itself within it self.
unknowing revealing a weak spot open to my satisfactory.
Gently wiggling between many trees that lay in my path. yet no one could stop me in my tracks.
So lucky I cant look at my past.
So gently and slowly my scales will shed as this creatures days ease away.