what's for lunch?

i thought

by now, the snake i killed

yesterday

would be gone,

but no.

there it lies twisted

and cold,

the weapon

of it's destruction

still there,

blood stained.

i thought some animal

would have

enjoyed a meal

of sorts

by this time,

a fox, a raccoon, perhaps

a flock of black

birds

or vultures,

for an afternoon

luncheon.