The Birthing SnailA Poem by Sharon DAn Apple snail crawled up a seawall to lay her new eggs...I watched her...
I walked to the short wall at the lake What is this I see tightly attached I kneel down to look closer Then my mind begins to wonder Did she swim across the lake Or crawl on the bottom
Hoping to reach her destination safely On her arrival she began her accent Slowly, inching herself up the wall Her goal was to crawl up above the water Safely and no predators could reach her Treasure's Once she was positioned the birthing began As I watched ever so closely I was mesmerized at this act of nature The little pink eggs began coming up her back From under her protective shell She formed a column, one egg after another Methodically she tucked them next to each other Hundreds of them They are delicate pink, salmon color All perfectly formed When the birth was complete She was finished She slid back into the water As the days passed The mature eggs dropped into the water They left pure white casings Resembling white mini eggshells Still attached, it was food for the birds The wall was the birthing area For all the snails A site to see and all done quietly It was a tiny miracle to witness She is an Apple Snail With a smooth brown shell Her home Perfectly formed It spiraled to a Pin size dot in the center. A site to see and all done quietly
© 2011 Sharon D |
Stats
170 Views
4 Reviews Added on April 17, 2011 Last Updated on April 17, 2011 Author
|