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.