I think I might just squish this snail
so it’s out of sight.
But if I do it might scream and wail
and I don’t think that’s right.
I might not hear it from afar,
but I’m sure that’s how it’d sound.
So instead, I might just bend down low
and watch it as it goes.
And as I stop to watch this snail,
with my ear right to the ground,
I can hear it talking out aloud
so I listen to its tale.
“I almost got squashed by a foot one time;
a barefoot with five toes.
And then for reasons I don’t know,
it turned and let me go.
I do so love this foot
that let me live my life.
I do so love it very much,
especially now it’s out of sight.”