snake hunt

there is a note on your
door when you get home
from work. your stomach
drops when you see it.
it's never good news.
it's never, i won the lottery
and want to share it
with my neighbors.
it's crudely written in block
print. maybe a crayon
was used. the professor
at the local university
wrote it two doors up
from your house. there is
a snake in our adjoining
yards, it says, so we
need to band together
and find him. we are meeting
at noon on saturday
with pitchforks
and torches to hunt him
down. bring a burlap
bag if you have one,
and a pair of long tongs.
oh,  and don't wear flip flops.
it's a copperhead.
mindy is making coffee
cake and a pot of french
roast, so bring a mug.