Slug in Progress

Said a slug atop a tree trunk

As the light went away

Regard not weather, or if the sun has sunk

Be slow and steady in work or play

Slide with all the slime in you

Give food to the ant who lies broke with a fly

Find reason to clear trail ahead of your glue

And sing a slug song to all winged passerby

Even if a hungry bird will try

To catch more than a song that day

And reckoning war is just how one slithers by

And instinct it must obey

A bird may discover as she will eat

To fill her craving will never quite defeat

That loneliness that drives every hunger

We may slowly decay our own hearts asunder

As one slug we could snail alone in a shell

Create our own slithery reality of hell

Or wriggle on, for day is dawn!

In dryness or rain we defy any pain

Gradually a slug's life will slip on

Leaving slime on each trail he did gain.