One snail, many birds,
An interest has returned,
I watch the smallest of,
The beauties of God’s making,
No fist-bumps, hugs, nor high-fives,
(sigh)
Tho’ those things are missed,
(indeed)
If not for this quarantine,
Sure to have been missed,
The birdsong, and intelligence,
Nest building, togetherness.
(might mankind learn from this?)
A student once said,
In his thick Kenyan accent,
“Your turtle’s so fast!”
(this mollusk has caught my eye)
I recall with a great laugh,
I think back to Turbo, as this snail makes a dash.
I’ve found peace at home,
(for that is by choice)
The mourning doves and their friends,
Singing day and night,
(others hear noise)
Try as I may, as I might,
God’s beauty abound; in which I choose to find delight.
Kenton Reaves Hundley, Dir. of Discipleship for Children & Youth