a snail goes for a walk

in search of gentler sunshine

not knowing it will be her last

all the other animals have fled

for lower ground, underground

sensing the permanent eclipse

of our solar system.

they’ve plunged deep for a head start

into darkness and impossible cold.

when they die, it will be a team effort.


this snail, single-minded and quiet,

makes her way onward:

she has beautiful places to be

and endless beauty to see.