Two Views

You know that there's a snake about
When magpies scream en masse,
They hover in a high phalanx,
Their cries and sharp insistent shouts,
The trees a-shake, a green palace
That's livid with directed sound.
While on the ground, a snake
Weaves cannily, unbound by
Any single agitation -
Save the parting of the grass
Dry weeds in its wake.