I don’t kill them anymore
For doing what they’re made for
Eating flowers
I Round them up in pots
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I adore snails, and this poem evokes a wonderful picture - rain, sunset, pots and heaven to rest their minds in - magnificent. All hail to the snail! S :)
Like you Wojja, I believe every living thing on earth has their reason for being here. It's a nice feeling to know you may be that one person who gives them another chance. I had the same thought with Mr Skunk and I 10++