The Boa, a reptile, when mature length and girth,
can entwine quiet prey, unaware, till the dearth
of fresh air imperils its life longer on earth,
if squeezed out, forever, in the food chain's rebirth.
Indiscreet to be caught by a snake in the grass,
encircled in its coils, that slithering morass
of twisted engirding... reptilian's demitasse...
then plead unauthorized, since giving it free pass!
But far worse to be crushed by habits we've chosen
especially, anxiety, that deadly first cousin
to the snake, in silence, rapidly disposing
of victims, if allowed its leave to get close in.