Sammy snail

Sammy snail was hungry.
Sluggishly he sampled
Salads from my herb garden.
Nurtured with great attention
With an organic prevention.
It hasn’t seemed to work
For silver streaks across the clay
Where once my coriander lay,
Now just a nibbled stem
A remnant of my garden gem.
I sit and wait – see them skate
An army that at night migrate
To salads on their dinner plate.
A shake of salt – then we’ll see
Escargot a la carte maybe.
JPoet 7 ( wordverse.me )