Mr. Rattlesnake

Oh dear Mr. Rattlesnake,
Perhaps some day we'll meet again
Many moons from now
After you've shed a few skins

And maybe this time
I'll be five inches long
With a tail and a hearbeat
That drums your sort of song.

You can slither on up,
And I'll skitter on down
I think the venom in your throat
Is what keeps me around

"Open wide"
Now swallow, whole
How we shall see each other next-
Well, that is to unfold.