Suddenly the grass before my feet
shakes and becomes alive.
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.
FOTO – SMALL SNAKE ON WHITE CHAIR BILAMBIL COTTAGE PORCH