This Snake Was Hungry
The sun hung low over the dry grassland, and the heat pressed down on everything that moved. From beneath a fallen log, a long, silent shape began to slide forward. This snake was hungry, and hunger made it patient, focused, and alert to the smallest vibration in the earth. Its tongue flicked in and out, tasting the air for signs of life.
Nearby, a careless mouse searched for seeds, unaware of the danger creeping closer. The snake’s body curved smoothly, muscles tightening with every inch it advanced. It did not rush. Hunger had taught it the value of waiting. One wrong move could mean a missed meal and another long day without food.
A sudden rustle broke the stillness. In a flash, the snake struck, fast as lightning, ending the chase in a single, precise moment. Nature was not cruel; it was simply honest. The snake ate because it had to survive, just as every creature in the grassland did.
After its meal, the snake slowly retreated to the shade, its hunger finally quieted. The land returned to silence, reminding the world that every life, big or small, is part of the same endless circle of survival.
