Snails

In my little garden dwell the snails
I love their patterned shells upon  the wall
Walking round I see their tiny trails

They  do not go to work nor ever fail
Unless I step unseeing as they crawl
In my little garden dwell the snails

Human beings hurt us by betrayal
Natural life gives comfort as we fall
Walking round I see their tiny trails

Petted cats can caterwaul or wail
But  men  may hit a woman and then maul
In my  shady garden dwell the snails

I wonder if they read the earth like braille
If they  are attacked,  they lose their all
Walking round I see their tiny trails

Build no  barbed wire fence nor a brick wall
Between  the human and the natural world
In our little gardens dwell the snails
Walking round  we see their  silver trails