Ouachita pebblesnail

A tiny snail, we can tell. With a name so grand, From the Ouachita land. But it had a special call. With an operculum in place, It could hide and keep its space. Its home, the rivers' gates. But now it's sadly gone, Its presence forever withdrawn. A species now so frail. Let's remember its name, And honor its tiny claim to fame. Its memory we'll hold dear. In rivers, it once thrived, A precious species that has died. Random page: Yr Elen