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The snail pushes through a green

night, for the grass is heavy

with water and meets over

the bright path he makes, where rain

has darkened the earth's dark. He

moves in a wood of desire,


pale antlers barely stirring

as he hunts. I cannot tell

what power is at work, drenched there

with purpose, knowing nothing.

What is a snail's fury? All

I think is that if later


I parted the blades above

the tunnel and saw the thin

trail of broken white across

litter, I would never have

imagined the slow passion

to that deliberate progress.

Thom Gunn


There's a new expression: snail hunter!!!...


Every time I step out onto our veranda on a cool, slightly damp morning (not now, obviously!!), I can find some of my window cleaners already at work, hunting to get the last dirt off the panes before the sun is up to high and dries the work force out... LOL


Over breakfast we ponder their silent and steadfast proceedings. They move mostly in the dark and yet leave traces of (some) light behind... If you don't believe this, come and look at their work...!! But you can only see their art on a humid or wet day; they are definitely not exhibiting for everybody, only for the true art lover!


Taken for the Two Word Wednesdays group.


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Taken on April 4, 2008