Why
Three snails are together,
On the barren sidewalk.
One is oozing a blackish goo,
Unmoving, seemingly injured.
The other two nudge and prod it,
Trying to get it to move.
But, it will not,
It cannot.
Still the other two try,
To help the wounded snail.
If creatures such as these,
Can seemingly show concern for each other,
Why can’t we?
Copyright © Evan Griffin | Year Posted 2014
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