In twilight depths, where shadows play,
An anaconda waits, its prey to slay.
Coiled, still, and silent as can be,
It strikes with speed, a deadly spree.
Its massive coils, a crushing hold,
A suffocating squeeze, young and old.
The forest whispers, a warning sign,
As the anaconda’s power is divine.
In the Amazon’s heart, it reigns supreme,
A creature of legend, a monster of dream.
Its beauty’s deadly, its strength so grand,
The anaconda, a wonder of this land.