Ouroboros

Look at him, stalking his tail, blur of black fur and flashing fangs, spinning ’round in senseless spiral. Nip o’ the tip, head snaps around, looking for attackers, seeing only a familiar, dark, shiny coat. No matter. Back to hunting, closing on wild, waving, wagging appendages. Lunge, bite, yelp! Alas, unwieldy prey escapes again.

You’d think he’d learn that he’s biting himself, but not so. He just keeps chasing, nipping, barking, endlessly.

Meanwhile, I take long pulls from Marlboros, then exhale, watching smoke fill space between us. Lighting one butt with another, I’m crafting my own vicious draconic circle.