A Wandering & Pondering Python (Illustrated by Korwin)
Where do authors get their inspiration? It's quite a difficult question to answer. But this poem might hold the answer for at least one naga narrator of naughtiness.
A Wandering, Pondering Python - by Amethystine, the Writer of Wrongs
One fine day, a young snake took a stroll, to get out, to explore was his goal.
He'd explore in more than just one way, with both the world and his thoughts, he'd play.
Through fields and forests, he slithered, his cares and concerns, soon withered.
Without his worries, he could be free to think, about the projects into which he would sink.
One's muse can be quite frustratingly fickle, and the snake hoped the outdoors would his tickle.
Gliding deeply through the lonely brush, over the world, there fell a calm hush.
No sound of bug or bird was around to be heard.
Just the hiss of scutes on grass as the python came to pass.
Forging an aimless path through the trees, a sense of something started to tease.
Inspiration seeps slowly, like little streams most lowly.
Serpent coils ran paralell to a creek, and into another world, he did peek.
Inventing a realm of running water folk, which his imagination then took to stoke.
Would they have deep rivers for loads, and mass transit plumbing as roads?
The author left the brook to its babbling, as his concept began unravelling.
The journey went on in much the same way, strange designs surfacing and shaped like clay.
Odd things reached via the tangents of daydreams, half remembered threads that lay in his mind's seams.
They were often discarded, but never disregarded.
Stowed away in the back of the brain for when his life could become a drain.
Perhaps later he would know just how to use the thought of a cheez whiz cow.
Or what to do with the transformative cider that would, of course, be created by a spider.
Random sights such as a web or some cattle, caused such elements to, in his head, rattle.
A particular broken branch made him pause, considering all sorts of natural laws
(Art by Korwin. To visit (or praise) his posting of this picture, go here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/6756811/ )
in a bid to cobble together a tale about plant-like people and when they might fail.
Specifically about their health care system, plant hospitals and what might happen in them.
Insect infestations as infectious diseases, vines as parasitic worms, and pollen-filled sneezes.
Sighing and slithering off of the rocks on which he had stood, the snake doubted his ability to make such a tale good.
Moving on in the world and in his mind, he went on to see what else he could find.
Eventually, his wander came to a close, the snake having just one thing he planned for prose.
After many half-formulated plots and buckets of random character thoughts,
the only concept that blossomed during his roam was to create this rather unique little poem!