With a calcium coiled dome of shelter carried br Upon his back…he leisurely travels along br Merging forward…as though being ferried br Never pausing to look back all his life long br br His favorite kind of weather is when it is drizzling br Gathering luscious morsels while sightseeing br When the mid-day heat is parching and sizzling br He takes a nap in a shady spot for the time being br br His sensor antennae are always searching for food br As he navigates with his stomach-foot… on a gliding ride br He is somewhat yucky… depositing a trail of slimy goo br The telltale clue tattles… disclosing where he once resided br br This small creature is suitably adapted to the world br It can not be said that he is a burden upon relatives br Independently succeeding…in his domicile he is twirled br Life’s lessons learned by intuition… he contently lives br br 51808br br Theresa Ann Moorebr br