Killing of the snail

The valley had lied still beside it

Under a cover of misty veil  

Seemed waiting to be torn asunder

By the urging probe of the snail.

The snail moved up and down

Here, there and wherever it could

Entangled in the wet with sweat

Bush that grew in a perfect mood.

The snail breathed deep in the damp

Then moved upward in cautious gait

It dared reach the summits up there

Mighty but looked very simple and straight.

It knew not of the dangers ahead

The tremulous soil and the unheard solo

Unknown as it was since and for ever

Fearful yet it but has to follow.

The trenchant trail up and blazed

It moved up and up to the tip

Incredibly colored, strangely shaped

The snail had ensured no slip.

It had no way but bit it hard

Knowing not what was next

The tremor that shook the valley then

Had no record in mind or text.

The snail then ran straight down

Across the slopes and well in the mid

It jumped over the brownish cloud

Seemed hiding the cave under lid.

The snail swam across the flow

From the cave flooding the breach

Of hillocks that lay upturned

Holding huge trunks down the reach.

Snail forgot the world as it did

Thrust deep into the mystery source

Bringing the tremor bang and explode

And killing the snail down in the course.