Rat Snake
Rat snake
Muscles her way up the post
Tongue flicking
Smelling bird eggs
Pale blue
Yolks the color of sunshine
Unsung notes
She wraps around the box
Coiling her body inside
Until only the tip of her tail
Peeks out
Jaws unhinged
She eats her fill
Then backs out
And slips away
A circle of light
Floods in the opening
Warming an empty nest
Mama bird
Is winging home now
To a new reality
Yesterday morning, out on a walk, I watched a rat snake coil into a nesting box, and I felt my heart sink. They must have still been eggs because no noise accompanied the snakes arrival. It seemed a wildly unfair match...unhatched eggs against a strong snake.
Since most of my food comes from the grocery store, I am cushioned from the daily reality that to sustain life, I have to take life. I understand this truth on an intellectual level, but don't usually engage with it on a visceral level. And yet, as a privileged member of the human race, I am complicit in taking life and harming life, not just to sustain me, but also to thrill, pacify and delight me.
My self righteousness and indignation at the snake prevailed until yesterday evening, when I was out on a hike and my dog, Pia, stopped to sniff what appeared on first glance to be a dark earthworm. On closer inspection, it was a baby black snake who was pinned by the gaze of my six pound dog, trying desperately to flatten into the rocks. Baby rat snakes, it turns out, are just as heart melting as a clutch of eggs. Back home from the hike, I read that black snakes only eat bird eggs if desperate.
If only all the heartache and harm we humans cause could be chalked up to something so worthy as quelling genuine hunger.