The Slug
Darcy Culley
A slippery slug
Slid by on my window
Leaving his trail
Of silvery slime behind
He somehow tried to sneak by
Without me noticing
But his bruised banana-bullet body
Stuck out like a green apple among the red.
I started at him with my salt shaker
Armed and ready for the attack
Not wanting that silvery slime
To settle and stay on my window.
But as I raised my arm
Like a woodsman with his axe
I thought the better of it
And let the salt drop to the earth
From which it came.
That silvery slime
Which had long since settled on my window
Looked somewhat like
A trail of diamonds in the snow.
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