Snails

She is a snail born with a shell like a congenital mogul born and brought up in a castle with two eyes hanging on her head. She is slimy and sly; slides slowly and wary peeping along the sea bed for a prey. If preys on it, some mighty sea gull quickly she slips into her safe shell. She is secure, on the face of any turmoil. She cares not crab fights; nor fish out of waters. She is all for herself with no feel for the toiling lives in the roiled waters. There I see snails, millions and millionsee, walking cool through our social ruins!