Thirsty Snail
Once I peeked beneath a leaf
and to my utter disbelief
a tiny snail sat poised to sip
a raindrop from an acorn’s lip.
He drew a mighty snail breath in,
a bubble rose up to his chin.
He shivered in his little shell.
It was delicious I could tell.
As I stood and watched him drink
his skin transparent, damp and pink,
I swear I saw him smack his lips
he so enjoyed those tasty sips.
and to my utter disbelief
a tiny snail sat poised to sip
a raindrop from an acorn’s lip.
He drew a mighty snail breath in,
a bubble rose up to his chin.
He shivered in his little shell.
It was delicious I could tell.
As I stood and watched him drink
his skin transparent, damp and pink,
I swear I saw him smack his lips
he so enjoyed those tasty sips.
This poem is copyright (©) Moe Phillips 2024
About the Writer
Moe Phillips
Moe is a poet, writer and filmmaker. Recipient of a Gold Clio in 2019, for her work with Disney, she has been published in over twenty anthologies for children and adults. She is a regular contributor to Bella Grace Magazine. Moe has created short films for award winning poets - Naomi Shihab Nye, Rebecca Kai Dotlich and Georgia Heard. Her latest creation is “The Feisty Beast” an audio content series she pens and produces.
