Slug – poem

Small and brown.
Almost unseen by
Unforgiving feet,
Squishing, flattening.
Dying.
Slippery and gooey,
Sliding silently across the grass,
Never to know it’s fate,
Eating cabbage leaves,
Grasses and plants.
Hiding under rocks,
Eyes drawn in
away from danger,
As yet unseen.
Coming out at night,
Slippery, sliding, messy.
Leaving behind only,
A trail of slime,
shiny and sticky.

Yet another from high school, this time I’ve shortened the original.

Jen.

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3 responses to “Slug – poem

  1. I’m not a fan of slugs, but this poem almost made me feel sorry for them. Nice one, Jen!

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