Thursday, February 4, 2010

Snail Tipping

The dew forms on the orchard,
In the evening with daylight slipping,
Otis fine tunes his curious snout
For a night of snail tipping.

He scans the pavement and the grass,
Like a powerful vacuum cleaner…
Detouring at the sight of a snail,
Humiliating the mollusk’s demeanor.

As if to make a statement,
Refusing to share a common ground,
Otis never leaves a snail alone,
Until it’s upside down.

1 comment:

  1. I wonder if Otis would be amused
    at the sight of a slug
    would he be confused
    no shell to sniff
    and push with his nose
    unable to be tipped
    the curiosity grows -
    the slug slides along
    a silvery path
    one slug in a million
    the dog does the math.