Snail Tale II

On an early summer walk
My foot came down on a snail
I winced at the telling crunch
And went thoughtfully on my way
To see if the cherries were ripe

It was just pure coincidence
That placed him there that morning
He couldn't, could never conceive
Of a human foot heading his way
His impending death never crossed
What little mind he had

The cherries still need a few days,
The apples are forming up nicely
Some folks say they can see God
In cherries or apples just forming
I can't, although I have tried

My fingers were combing the grass
For sweet tiny wild strawberries
A cloud shadow quickly came on me
Which gave me an awful start
And I had to resist looking up


(I had to, just had to do this one over - OB)