I hear bushes rustle,
I sense something stirred -
Peripheral hustle
As panting is heard.

To panic's innate,
At that shadowy shape -
It's surely too late
To attempt an escape.

I hear it advancing,
I sense it ahead -
Peripheral glancing
Progressing my dread.

To yell has no reason,
With no one to hear -
It's surely most wise
To make peace with the fear.

I feel it surround me,
Both scaley and cold -
It wraps right around me
And tightens its hold.

I look up in shock,
At two ravenous eyes -
Our sights interlock
As it clenches its prize.

It squeezes my hips,
Ludely smirking in pride -
It drools from its lips
With its mouth opened wide.

Too fast to recall,
It devours me whole -
My time here was small, yet
I've now reached my goal.

So prudely it spied,
And contrived its attack -
It fills me with pride
To be chosen its snack.

The walls are so rosy,
So comfy and warm -
A deathtrap so cozy
Embraces my form.

A burp and a moan,
Just before a short nap -
Its smile is my own
As I happily