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The Snail
Leaving the safety of a rock ledge
The snail sets out
On his long journey
Across the busy path

The grass is greener on the other side !
For tender leaf or juicy stem
He'll brave the hazards of the road .

Not made to dodge or weave or run
He must await each threatening step
Chancing his luck ,
keeping his tentacles crossed !
Though all unware
Of danger of being squashed
He dose not pause or flinch ------
A cartwell misses by an inch!------
But slithers on ,
Intent on dinner

He's there at last , his prize ------
Rich leaf - mould where the grass grows tall.

I salute you , snail
somehow , you've made me feel quite small.
@Ruskin Bond