The Dove and the Snail

So once upon a time I drew this silly thing when I was bored in class.
It looks slightly different in pencil, but I highlighted it to be able to see it easier.
It was supposed to be a dove (yipes!) but if you look closely, it kind of looks like a snail too.

So I wrote a poem about it!
Instead of paying attention in class...
It has high potential, methinks, but needs some serious revisal.
A draft therefore! Thus and thusly.

The Dove and the Snail
Is the dove a noble creature?
Is the snail a useless pest?
The dove with her wings to fly
the passion of her dreams driven by her
own desire
unknowing, unwilling to see her own beauty
blissfully unaware of the purity of her own feathers
a simplistic animal with simplistic desires
But the snail
with his fortitude wrought upon his back
confident and purposeful
Vigilant and unyielding, paving a silver path
despised at times, but relying upon his own merit
Sometimes it becomes clear
The dove is the snail and
the snail the dove