illustration by Cindie Flannigan

I think that something’s going on
The house feels like it’s moving
I hear a slimy kind of sound
Some biting and some chewing

And maybe something colorful
Just slid across the roof
Something big and round
And kinda spirally and smooth

There might be some antennae
And a couple eyes on stalks
I wonder if this thing
Knows how to pick my front door locks

Oh well, it’s probably nothing
I’ll just get back to my darts
It’s not like giant rainbow snails
Live around these parts

Anymore.