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April 2014, vol 10, no 1

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Carolyn Colt Dancy


I’m on my knees pulling weeds when a garter snake raises its head, a live toad held cross-wise in its mouth. Although surprised, I feel no “zero at the bone.” 
Instead, we maintain eye contact simply wondering what the other will do. Spellbound, I wait for him to go about his business: a live toad held cross-wise in his mouth.

I'm told

they taste like chicken

frog legs

Note: Quotation from Emily Dickinson’s poem # 1095 (Franklin), whose first line is “A narrow fellow in the grass.”