i killed something
Sometimes ago, i went out early in the morning for exercise. the morning air was fresh and the birds sang sweetly in the campus. i felt cool and fresh. i jogged for awhile and then i heard the sound of breaking twig. i stopped and looked around. i found nothing but i found something was wrong with my shoes. i looked the sole of my shoe and i saw the dead snail was broken into pieces under my shoe. i thought little snail was unlucky. for awhile i planned to leave that place, in front of me, i saw a small sleeping snake was not far from the dead snail and it slept soundly and it did not know that the snail was killed. the snake was lucky may be it had a sweet dream.
Pehtooh
Pehtooh
posted by Lorena at 9:42 PM
1 Comments:
Wooooo, Pehtooh, this is beautiful. It reads like a poem. I love how you think about the snail being unlucky then shifting to the sleeping snake, dreaming a sweet dream... also the comparison of the break of a snail shell to the sound of twig breaking. v. good.
I think I might FORCE YOU to turn this into a poem later this semester. :)
Kidding, it is up to you, but what a lovely post. Thank you.
Ani
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