Screwed

Driving an empty road in the Wisconsin pine barrens
Suddenly out of the ditch he appears, four feet over the highway
Right in front of us!
A hawk, flying hard, something long trailing behind him–
A snake.
I point excitedly, almost drive into the ditch.
“Look, Joe,” I say to my son.
Effortlessly he is up and gone into the trees.
We watch him disappear.
Joe says, “Man, dad, that snake is screwed.”

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