Something Was Watching Me
I felt like something was watching me
As I followed my children on the path around the lake
I saw nothing, so was still, looking.
Expecting to see a deer bound away.
A flash of white tail. Or hear a splash in the water.
It is a brown gray day; there is nothing
Yet I sense it with all of my being.
So I stand listening, watching, waiting.
The bark of the tree in front of me begins moving.
I watch, fascinated, as a tiny sliver of a brown snake slithers down.
She zigzags through the grass, away from me and I smile.
Knowing that we have communicated telepathically somehow.
Maybe she is a mother too, following her own children around the lake.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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