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.