Snails Poem by Wojja Fink
Snails
I don’t kill them anymore
For doing what they’re made for
Eating flowers
I Round them up in pots
After rain and sunset
With a torch
Move them on
To the compost heap
Where they can live in peace
Carrying their homes
On their back
Like poets
With heaven;
To rest their mind in.
I adore snails, and this poem evokes a wonderful picture - rain, sunset, pots and heaven to rest their minds in - magnificent. All hail to the snail! S :)
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4/26/2024 4:21:57 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Like you Wojja, I believe every living thing on earth has their reason for being here. It's a nice feeling to know you may be that one person who gives them another chance. I had the same thought with Mr Skunk and I 10++