334. Jack disappears while chasing the snake.

Walking up the driveway,

Lantana rustles – snake!!

Colourful.

Diamond Python?

Jack B reaches for it. Misses.

Others grateful.

A little lot later,

Perceptions wired & tuned,

Jack stands up, asserting:

“I’m getting the snake!”

Marching, singing

Through front door,

Over verandah & terraces,

Into bush.

We watch, laugh, worry.

Never saw him again!!*

Note:

* Well! That is an exaggeration – slightly. I never found out what happened to him that night – it’s as mysterious to me as the Picnic at Hanging Rock.