On the dry woodland path, a plastic children’s toy. Matt green with a single band of yellow to say snake and then it moved.
As if pulled by an invisible thread it was moving over the soil and stones.
It was tiny, but every minute vertebrae articulated like mercury flowing across the earth. I wondered if I should pick it up to save it from the metal hooves of the passing horses, but it didn’t need me.
This acrobat’s ribbon of improbable life zig zagged, wiggled and shivered into the grass .
It was safe and I wasn’t even sure if I had seen something so light and so alive on the dry path in the woods.