Slithering around each blade of grass, Serena felt the dusty floor beneath her slim-line body. Her eyes glued to the blue sky, she kept watch for the leather. Shoes, which could tread on her tiny yellow frame.
To her, a snake in the grass felt normal, like she was just going from one place to another. She didn’t need a home, the grass, the shelter of the trees, and her family of little ones were the only things she needed.
Since her husband died, it was all on her to keep them safe. Today was the first time on their own. To go into a dangerous world, where they were always at risk. She wouldn’t rest until they were with her again.
Hunting in a pack, for food, then sliding through the grass, when all the humans had gone home. Especially when it rained. Something special, about how the water clung to each strand. Relaxing. How could anyone hate the rain?
‘Mum, we did it!’ Shona said, swinging around the grass, into the safety of the undergrowth. ‘It was brilliant, Sienna even caught a mouse on her own!’
‘Where is Sienna?’
‘She’s behind me.’
Sienna, joined her sister, and one proud Mum wrapped her scales around her children. They were home, they were safe, they were amazing. One day they would leave. Create their own hunting ground, be their own snake.
It scared her, but it was a right all children had. They wouldn’t stay forever, but she brought up her Neonate, she always understood that they would be ready to slide over their own path, through their own grass.
Tonight though, they would rest in the wet grass, stare at the droplets as they fell to earth. A perfect way to end the perfect day.