Heartbreak

Hazel leaves curl as they fall
and pile up against the sidewalk.
Abandoned walnut shells too
lie at the bottom of my feet.
I bounce to flatten them all
lest they be caught in the wind.
What a merrily crackling sound!

One day after a heavy shower
I was stepping on the walnut shells
for I loved so dearly
the merrily crackling sound.
And with the rain, all the snails of the hood
had sprung up above ground.

Crack, crack! I stepped on another shell!
Instantly I knew, it wasn't a walnut now.
Crack, crack!
My heart broke and began to wail
for my foot had just murdered a snail.