Some things with red on them
William Blakes poem begins:
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,.
In the forests of the night;.
What immortal hand or eye,.
He seems to have a spelling issue and the rhyme between lines 3 and 4 is a tad ordinary. Also, this post doesn't feature a Tiger but another species of snake. So here is my version:Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
Black snake, Black snake, bellied red
Comes out of a flower bed
.Mice and frogs have all been eaten,
The word doggerel springs to mind.So wriggle off reptile, with no feet on.
I estimate it was around 1.5m long and it was looking at its girth made me think of line 3. As Grand-daughter was present I wasn't allowed to go and get a close-up!
More redness occurred towards sunset. These snaps are looking towards Taliesin. Basically I stood still and zoomed in.