We have a winner! Thank you to everyone who left snake messages in February in honor of The Year of the Snake. At last the wait is over. I drew a slip of paper out of the hat featured above and Voila! The winner is…Cindy Hull

Congratulations Cindy! I will send off your gift card today.

Now as we bid adieu to the snake (for the moment), let’s enjoy a poem by one of my favorite poets. Can you guess who the narrow Fellow is? I’m betting you can.

A narrow Fellow in the Grass
Occasionally rides--
You may have met Him--
did you not
His notice sudden is--

The Grass divides as with a Comb--
A spotted shaft is seen--
And then it closes at your feet
And opens further on--

He likes a Boggy Acre
A Floor too cool for Corn--
Yet when a Boy, and Barefoot--
I more than once at Noon

Have passed, I thought, a Whip lash
Unbraiding in the Sun
When stooping to secure it
It wrinkled, and was gone--

Several of Nature's People
I know, and they know me--
I feel for them a transport
Of cordiality--

But never met this Fellow
Attended, or alone
Without a tighter breathing
And Zero at the Bone--*

            Emily Dickinson