For the second time,
a snake fell from the ceiling of my art studio
just a few feet from my head.
I was standing on a chair
driving nails to hang new twinkle lights and
stumbled back, nearly falling,
messy bun catching on a strand of lights
as I righted myself and realized
it was just a little ring neck
at my disturbance hammering and
looking for a quiet place to hide.
I took a few deep breaths and
returned to my task
a little more aware of every small sound.