One lovely day
I came upon
A slug lying by
The side of the road
It had rolled into
A little ball
To hide from
The harmful rays
Of light.
Its antennae quivered
Moving in and out
Like pistons
In a slow moving car
Or an engine for a small toy
Cranked by an
Arthritic old man
Who isn't that interested
In the enterprise.
It was with a sad,
Sick sort of fascination
That I watched
Over many an hour
As the slug slowly
Dried up
Crumbled
And blew away.
Goodbye poor,
Little slug.
May your breeze born
Existence
Be kinder
Than your Earth bound life.
I'll miss you,
But not enough
To have saved you
Before the end.
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