Alliteration

SILENT SEEKER
With a whispering sussuration
The grass snake slides over sand and shale,
Skin steely in the shimmering sun,
It searches for sustenance, tasting stale
Traces of prey passed. Its tongue senses
The scent of the slime of a snail,
Long dried and sere by passing stretch
Of time. Soon it follows another trail,
Turns, finds, kills. Seeks out some shade
Wherein to rest. Waits for the sun to pale.