it's a fat snake,
wrapped
around the fence,
climbing in his rope
like twist
up, up.
he smells an egg
in the tree, a cupped
nest with
no one around.
his tongue out,
his black leather
jacket both
smooth and sticky
at the same time.
with no legs, no arms
or hands, he finds
a way.
hunger
having no bounds.
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