Futility

I came across this snail hibernaculum in an old plant pot which was lurking behind the shed. I left it in the sun for a while and suddenly noticed that the warmth had roused the snail's which were tentatively poking their heads out and had started to wander off.

I was reminded of lines from Wilfred Owen's 'Futility'

Move him into the sun
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields half sown'...