while the moon shown down upon the snail and the slug
another partner in the dance
sniffed them out
without a shout
moved to communicate with his family

time to eat, the message read
come hither and get out of bed
the feast is in the moonlit meadow

why are you so slow?
come quickly, before they go.

a shroud appeared
sent by the guardian angel of the slug
fog from the heavens
and the moles went into the night, unsatified by slimely delight

one never knows why certain things happen the way they do.
the slug and snail complained all the way home
because the fog cut short their friendly singing review.

juan marcos