Ours is the situation of the snail
Who ventured out too far in the rain
From the grass onto the concrete
Who the cat kicked around
But finding nothing edible
Or metaphysical moved on
To some more interesting thing
Leaving the snail transfixed
Considering its options
Did you know snails can sing
Those shells are little horns
That echo an ancient sea
Laying there motionless
Gazing back at me
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