Ilene Bauer Poet Couplet

City Crawler

Early morning, city street,
Glancing down around my feet,
There, as if upon a trail,
Sat a tiny little snail.

How he got there, I don’t know;
Snails and cities just don’t go.
Still, somehow, he made his crawl
Smack inside an urban sprawl.

Though I thought to move him to
A safer place to see him through,
I opted not to interfere
With fate, which must have brought him here.

Either he’ll survive or not;
I believe he has a shot,
Though New Yorkers, I’ll admit,
Don’t like creatures slow as _ _ it!


for Andrea's "Show Me the Funny - Part 2" Contest

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Karen Anglesey July 29, 2013 at 11:32 AM A very amusing scene..congratulations on your win :)

Mandy Tams The Golden Girl July 22, 2013 at 7:33 AM lovely Ilene , congratulations xx

Connie Gildersleeve July 22, 2013 at 7:27 AM Lol, on the funny. Congrats on your fine win Ilene. Warm Smiles, Connie

Poet Destroyer A July 21, 2013 at 7:39 PM Ilene, glad Andrea, enjoyed this fun to read poem. Congratulations :-) always~ LINDA .

Andrea Dietrich July 21, 2013 at 6:00 PM cute cute cute. I didn't remember this was yours. Glad you entered it in my contest and congrats to you

Robert Johnson April 18, 2013 at 4:37 PM It is a wonder how they get under inside a city street. You never know who's going to show or who your going to meet. Imagination travels far into a mistic world. Hey, you try and rhyme that. :)

Harry Horsman April 18, 2013 at 2:28 AM love this poem ilene, showing your caring side,

Andrea Dietrich April 18, 2013 at 12:28 AM hahahaha. Slow as it!!!

Connie Marcum Wong April 17, 2013 at 7:36 PM Your advice is best Ilene. I learned that the hard way when I saved a drowning bee in the gym pool. He was doing great crawling away, drying his wings off when out the door comes some members and stepped on him. My daughter said "well at least he had a quick death" and I agreed. I enjoyed your poem very much.

Delysia Hendricks April 17, 2013 at 5:24 PM I have one on my bedroom wall the wind must have blown in around two weeks ago. It just sits there day in day out. I'm fascinated at how it manages to grow on its own-some. I enjoyed your poem, Ilene. :)

Mandy Tams The Golden Girl April 17, 2013 at 10:45 AM You always do a good un.. love it Ilene xx