A Silver Calling Card

A slithering snail came visiting me,
His house upon his back.
His trail he left for me to see,
A curving silvery track.

At night he came up to my door
And paused and called my name.
I never heard, I never stirred
He went away again.

When the sun came up I went outside
And saw he’d left behind
A calling card from my backyard
In silver he had signed.

I followed it along the path,
Through cracks and over stones.
Along the ground, down it wound,
To my garden overgrown.

I came upon him in his sleep,
In bed all nice and warm.
Hiding there behind the vines,
Where he had been since dawn.

I poked and tapped and called his name,
And rolled him on his side.
He slept all day and would not play,
No matter how I tried.

I left a flower at his door
A message meant to say,
A calling card in my back yard
Saying call again some day.

A Silver Calling Card

Simchilli

Seaford, Australia

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A garden delight, snail, life

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