Evening folks! Here’s a little poem that crawled into my head, down my arm, and onto my computer, which I hope you enjoy tonight. If you do, give it a like, and perhaps consider sharing it with your friends using he buttons down below. Thanks!
The ground is wet,
And through the beaded drops
Of water on the tarmac
There crawls a snail,
A tentative head, gently exploring,
Caressing the ground beneath its foot,
Inching its way towards the undergrowth.
Its shell is a bright, happy yellow
Against the grey day.
A Teacup Full of Stories 