Writing EDD 2/21/2016 — Rattle

It looked harmless stretched across the trail. I spotted it first and told my kids to stop. Its rattle looked like the cap of a yellow pen, and the individual rattles had not separated. It didn’t move as I slowly made my way forward, and it was so still that I thought it might be dead. I wanted to jump over it, but my kids weren’t thrilled about the idea, so I took a stick and touched it. It wasn’t dead. Coiling up, its tail shook violently in silence. It didn’t move, so we picked our way through the brush. It’s so beautiful, my son said as we looked back at the baby still coiled and focused on the spot where we used to be.

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