Be It Ever So Humble

A little snail
was feeling strange,
restless and bored
he needed some change.

He didn't at all
like the feel of gravel,
but still decided it was
time to travel.

He thought he'd go big
and travel abroad,
in short - he decided
to cross the road.

The countryside was deserted
night began to fall,
and the snail started crossing
at a leisurely stroll.

He enjoyed the quiet,
and the cool evening air,
the scent of wild flowers
that hung everywhere.

All was going well
when suddenly, from afar,
he was sure that he heard
the sound of a car.

He'd dawdled too long
now it was morning,
and traffic appeared
without any warning.

Hurrying to cross
dodging an early commuter,
he was almost run over
by a guy on a scooter.

The snail finally crossed
and collapsed without breath,
thinking he'd avoided
a sad and painful death:

"I carry my home with me
and it sure is good luck,
cause one thing's for certain -
I'm not crossing back!"

♡

Featured: Winter's last craft -
a crochet blanket modeled by a handsome assistant,
my nephew Tomer.