Riddles are snakes coiled around trunks…

Riddles are snakes coiled around trunks

Their diamond patterns like questions asked

Dawn to dusk, slithering in skulls

And consume whole ideas we have

Shedding truth’s skin with forked tongues

Two thoughts turn the clean fang

And poisonous jaw

Waiting for answers, waiting for bites

Decomposing two thoughts

And no clues

But stomach filled with rabbit, birds, and deer

And new skin like riddles asked

Long long ago when nature began

And man wondered about their origins