welcome to the jungle

He came around, I call him Boa

Encircling circle protection

Constricting all my airways

He draws me up by my neck

Making it difficult

But not impossible to breathe

Iridescent shimmering stripes

Rubbing off on what I can only presume is a magical wand

As if by magic, he just knows

Clearly, he’s well versed in the art of perspectives

Surmising a refined view from the ground

& among the boughs.