There is a snake in my garden, its name is Agathe.
Sometimes Agathe is taking a sunbath in my onion field and if I approach, Agathe runs away ondulating.
Last sunday, I ranged the potatoes in the shed.
While I was stepping back, I felt something flabbby under my feet.
It was a dead mouse, catched by my cat.
The cat started to spike.
But there was another sound, near the wall.
Like the sound a tyre will produce by being inflated and deflated.
In the half light I couldn't distinguish anything, but bit by bit I saw the head of Agathe.
It was coiled on the cycle fixed in the wall.
I am almost certain that snakes appreciate polish people.
That's why I asked pardon for my interruption...and I left the shed.
Halas, Agathe is a beautiful adult viper and the season of giving birth is approaching.
However, may be this was not Agathe but Samuel?
September 2016
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