Whoever beheld the eyes of an ant, the feet of a snake, or the bread of a Moolla (Mohammedan teacher) ?

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Suddenly the grass before my feet

shakes and becomes alive.

The snake

twists, almost leaps,

graceful even in terror,

smoothness looping back over smoothness,

slithers away, disappears.

—And the grass is again still.

And surely, by whatever means of communication

is available to snakes,

the word is passed:

Hey, I just met a man, a monster, too;

Must have been, oh, seven feet tall.

So keep away from the long grass,

it’s dangerous there.

Ian Maudie

FOTO – SMALL SNAKE ON WHITE CHAIR BILAMBIL COTTAGE PORCH

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