Riddle #9

In evening woods I met a snake.
coiled up as if to take
out anyone by the lake.

As night grew in I met a flea
running off so franticly
that the smallness of him frightened me.

In the dark I met a sound
ten hundred yards long and bound
by silence it knocked down.

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