Im a mess with a little bit to give.
Forgot to find a place to hide.
Will forgotten, desperate to live.
Somewhere wide open skies bring a cautioned breeze, hold your breathe.
Descending in the grass and wrapped in the sunset the snake makes its way.
Holding tight to the vole or atleast whats left.
Another cornered by a fate unseen, and the snake found its meal today.
