A Strange Mind

 - Joy S. Barefoot

 

The old woman

sat contentedly

weeding her molding

black concrete sidewalk.

A small head

peaked from underneath

the bushes.

Oh, she thought,

a turtle, so cute.

She went on with

her weeding.

She looked again.

the neck was longer.

“Eeek” she screamed,

threw her trowel

high into the air,

fell onto her backside,

rolling away,

as she tried to escape

the turtle that became

a wicked evil

and most frightening

garden snake.