Please join me in congratulating Rula for winning the Feb. contest for her poem "a Pristine Day"
A Pristine Day (February Contest)
Submitted by Rula
As darkness prints down with its claw,
they would share the same room, the same
bed and the same pillow- the dame
and her poisonous fellow.

Every night, the snake would crawl in
with its bold, green shiny eyes
while twitching along with its tail.
It starts the hissing, spitting
and growling then tightly twists
around to torque the frightened lady.

Injecting in its venom, the snake
would send her forever dead.

Just then, the lady would wake
to end up that nightmare
and defeat the snake
to celebrate
another day.