The other day I looked out on my backyard and saw a Red Racer snake laying in the grass. It has been the second time I've seen her, and decided to name her Roberta, since I believe she's now a new resident of the yards eco-system. She was wriggling around, and then I noticed she had a snake in her mouth, a baby. She was having trouble containing the reptile, and I watched as Roberta twisted her body and held down her prey as she continued to devour the victim. I sat in awe as she swallowed her dinner like a spaghetti noodle. I turned on the hose and sprinkled water on her to try to chase her away, try to defend any other spring baby snakes, but Roberta seemed to enjoy the shower and basked in the hot sun, full belly and soothing bath. Who needs YouTube, Facebook, Twitter, and any of those other techno sites to show people what's going on right outside their windows. I say, just open you door, look out, let the innocence and availability of nature soothe your troubled soul. Because after all, aren't we all entwined in this mysterious gift, and shouldn't we always keep that in mind, because whether we like it or not, one day we might find ourselves being one of those two snakes! And let me tell you, I know which end of the tail I want to be on!
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AuthorMary Maurice wrote her first poem when she was in the ninth grade, and hasn't stopped writing since. Catching the fire at an early age, she continues to dedicate her time to the craft. Archives
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