The old rattlesnake
thicker than a big man’s wrist
warms itself in the winter sun
digests the rat it’s eaten
content with the world and time
left alone in its small domain
still a longing for another
Maybe another will be found
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Thank you Tom. I am confused with the relevancy of your comment, but that's probably just me.
It’s like raiding the refrigerator, creating a meal, eating a part of it and, even though you planned on saving the rest for tomorrow, being sorely tempted to eat it all now.