Rastar's Cynical Seduction

Rastar balanced on one leg, cocked his head,
And muttered, ‘Aha! An intruder I see.’
But remained still and watched snake slither
From the shadowland beneath the dreary oak tree.
As the serpent drew near, he saw the oak apple
Clenched in cruel fangs- a disgusting
Discoloured piece of spherical garbage, ransacked,
He assumed. from the rancidity of a waste bin.
Was it an offering of offence or of evil intent?
But Rastar, not waiting, made his attack,
And flew directly into serpent’s face.
As it raised its head to proffer the useless tat.
It gulped and swallowed the disgusting sphere.
Serpent tried to spew it out but too late,
It recoiled with horror and exploded,
To be torn from top of head to tip of tail,

This was not the apple of God’s Creative trap
But an explosive chalice of Caduceus’s creation