The Snail

Not as it seems, more of a persnal piece

The Snail slithers along

Leaving behind its slimey trail

Destroying farmers lettuces

Flowers, spuds.

 

It feels so powerful

Looking back at its aftermath

Laughing and boasting

To it's arse-kissing Slugs.

 

Nothing can stop it

Its in control

Or so it thinks...

 

Down soars a bird

weightless and free

seeing its prey

seizing it between its tallons

throwing it against a rock

watching it fall

breaking its hard shell

revealing the snails

sensitive skin

soft

unprotected

the bird gulps it down

its gone.

 

The destroyer has become the destroyed.