Taking out the trash
I note a strange movement
Near my feet
Small garden snake
Sliding and undulating
Over sidewalk
Happy I did not step on her
Watching the slipping pattern
Do not give more fright
Than you have already
Turning away, back to task
Dropping off my remainders
Garbage, junk, old mail
Shedded skins
She is gone back
Into the bushes
I am back at home.
