The Land Snail Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

With a calcium coiled dome of shelter carried
Upon his back…he leisurely travels along
Merging forward…as though being ferried
Never pausing to look back all his life long

His favorite kind of weather is when it is drizzling
Gathering luscious morsels while sightseeing
When the mid-day heat is parching and sizzling
He takes a nap in a shady spot for the time being

His sensor antennae are always searching for food
As he navigates with his stomach-foot… on a gliding ride
He is somewhat yucky… depositing a trail of slimy goo
The telltale clue tattles… disclosing where he once resided

This small creature is suitably adapted to the world
It can not be said that he is a burden upon relatives
Independently succeeding…in his domicile he is twirled
Life’s lessons learned by intuition… he contently lives

5/18/08