The Lake Serpent

The murky waters become still
As it moves its gills
The fishes and eels flee
The fishermen switch their motors with fear
Which responds with no wear or tear
The serpent is coming

The ever blowing wind stops
As the tree leaves drop
Young and old scatter
Like little particles of matter
The Serpent is coming

Flesh being ripped
Bones are cracking
Sounding so much like tapping
Which can lead to dancing

When it seems like hope
Was lost,
It slips gently into the waters

Will it ever return?
............They will surely
Wait ever after.