I’m so much like my brother snake,
Searching for warmth, I fail to make,
To lie in the sun or curl up inside,
The colder it gets, the more that I hide,
Comparable to the vampire’s lust,
Desperate for warmth, knowing I must,
Upon my brethren impose,
For body heat or some extra clothes,
I go to heat, as a moth to a flame,
Seeking for warmth, always the same,
When autumn falls, and cold settles in,
I start my search for warmth again.

JDoyle