The Snails.

Stepping out of my house.
I know you've been there.
I can see your marks,
On every cemented square.
It's beautifully quiet,
Just a hint of a glow,
When the whole world looks down on you,
This is how you show-
-Yourself.
I admire your tracks,
Mystery and silence,
It really has that sheen,
Of beautiful iridescence.
Underrated beauty,
For all the world to see,
Yet they all ignore it.
But not me.
Even your name is condescending,
Nasal, ugly, tongue-bending.
Not worthy.
The snails have been out tonight.
I can see their trails.