The artists I know are mammals.

There is a girl who is a bat,
Shy in the light, creative in the dark.
Her paintings are best when alone in solitude.

Another I can say is a sloth,
He may be slow understanding things,
But I attest to the wonders he paints with his mind.

I saw spiders who are small
With weaves of intricate webs,
Ants who built sculptures
With a common goal,
Alligators who come with dirt
Tell stories about the dirty.

I see all this while I move sluggishly,
A story covering fourth of the page,
A trail of words days in making, still.

The animals I know are quick with art.
Yet because of my nature, art is slow.
I give time to thought, and time to writing.

Time can be bound to art,
Yet art is unbound by time.

Snails can be artists, too.