picture by USDA Harvest
He bent to pull chickweed away from the zucchini plant. No squash yet, but bloom was plentiful.
The snake, harboring in the cool shade, raised its head.
The man froze, hand clutching the wilting weed.
Slit eyes met blue eyes.
Seconds, minutes passed.
A voice called, “Henry, where are you?”
The snake turned its head.
He bent to pull chickweed away from the zucchini plant. No squash yet, but bloom was plentiful.
The snake, harboring in the cool shade, raised its head.
The man froze, hand clutching the wilting weed.
Slit eyes met blue eyes.
Seconds, minutes passed.
A voice called, “Henry, where are you?”
The snake turned its head.
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ReplyDeleteA scary moment there. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Anthony.
ReplyDeleteVery cool! I've been waiting all summer for a snake to appear in my garden--so far I've been lucky.
ReplyDeleteWe've only had the one in the chicken house, Laura. And it didn't return after my son's girlfriend picked it up and took it to the woods. I tink it was very surprised. But the summer is still young!
ReplyDeleteAnother 55er pestered by critters?
ReplyDeletehahahahaha
Excellent story Sue.
I have a tough time calling you granny because I think I'm older than you...:P
Be careful outside and have a Wonderful Week-End...G
wow! I would feel So scared if I confronted a snake like that!
ReplyDeleteI got a shiver at the snake--and a nicer one when it turned away when Henry was called. Absolutely beautiful and I love it!
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