while staying home in a house for one
With other creatures more fair
from greener grass on the other side
And as it pondered the paths it did not take
it realises that none of what it sees
is what it really wants
Not to fly with a flight of butterflies
nor to have several schools to swim with
But to be found and sought after
to be wanted even if just by one other
other creature; what an exhilaration;
and if a snail likewise, a comfort zone.
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