Contemplate the snail, any kind of snail.
More than 40,000 snail species slowly roam the earth,
all peacefully paced, wending their way somewhere.
I smile imagining a race where all 40,000 types competed.
In my yard, I have a terrible problem with them.
The grass grows long enough to hide the snails living there.
When I work in the yard, I step on them, crushing them.
I feel their shells smash underfoot; this makes me terribly sad.
I don’t know if snails help or hurt my yard.
They appear to do no damage I’m aware of.
Live and let live’s a creed I follow more and more these final days.
I even usher spiders and cockroaches out the door, can’t kill them anymore.