[40] Brief Serpent Tale, Charles Springer

A three-foot-long black snake is all stretched out in my backyard, most likely soaking up some sun, which in a few hours I’m told will add close to a foot to its already long length when a cloud suddenly sweeps in and blocks the sun for mere seconds and when the sky is bright again, the black snake’s mouth and anus have migrated dead center of its lengthy body yet still opposite each other requiring us now to speak of the black snake’s humongous width and infinitesimal length. The black snake begins to move like a squeegee across the damp grass covering a great swath. Frankly an explanation for its transformation doesn’t matter because anyone in his right mind would just plain want it gone. How it got here in the first place is beyond me.