Slug Bait

Slug Bait

Winter has come and gone, and 

I watch the sun with pixel eyes, 

gliding along on mildew and mite-pungent

litter, passing the Old Mill Pond, heading 

for the shade of mushroom caps where 

I'll dwell, watching children reach for

two-legged tadpoles at the pond's edge.

The spores raining down, stick to my excretions, 

my protruding eye spots, an oozy toxicity 

bloodworms and mephitic termite colonies 

find unpalatable. Thus, I am free to sip

the milky aphids gathering around me.

Reviews

[carl]

I would never have imagined reading a poem about a slug; an ant, a spider, sure, but not a slug. All creatures great and small, why not. Read with a sense of awe, admiration, and enjoyment. Thanks for the post.