I stood on a garden snail

July 10, 2012

Written by Ina

10 Comments

Last eve I stood on a garden snail
by accident it was,
I felt the cracking of its shell,
it died,
and all my fault it was.

At night a mosquito drank my blood
but I don’t think the two events
are related much.

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Comments on: "I stood on a garden snail" (10)

  1. William Melnyk said:
    July 10, 2012 at 14:00

    Love your writing, Ina.

  2. belfastdavid said:
    July 10, 2012 at 14:47

    You should perhaps send this to Jamie.
    He, after all, has written a whole book of snail poems!!!

    And it made me smile

    Arohanui
    David
    xxx

    • Ina said:
      July 10, 2012 at 14:53

      🙂 Hi David

      I thought about it, but if he likes snails very much, he might be upset!

      I am glad it made you smile.

      Arohanui 🙂
      Ina
      xxx

  3. John Stevens said:
    July 10, 2012 at 19:31

    It made me smile too Ina – but I’m sure there’s a deep philosophical thesis in this also!

  4. Carl D'Agostino said:
    July 11, 2012 at 01:16

    Every action causes a reaction. I hope your carelessness does not cause a blizzard or earth quake here in Miami.

  5. bardessdmdenton said:
    July 19, 2012 at 17:36

    Action and consequence … sometimes, just accidental! (Oh, and I hate the sound of a snail crunching under my foot …)

    • Ina said:
      July 19, 2012 at 19:49

      Hi Diane
      yes, it is horrible, sometimes they do survive though, without the shell. Anyway, they get eaten by the birds! It is no picnic being snail!

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