There’s a slug sheltering in my doorway.
Now don’t get me wrong, I’m no slug lover;
In fact I find myself going all hot
Then shivery when coming face to face
With one.
Yet…it’s pouring outside, and it makes you
Wonder why it’s taken refuge quite there.
So maybe it’s a suicidal slug –
It could get trodden on (it nearly did)
Or eaten by a curious canine
(and three months ago it just might have been)
Or even, in such close proximity
To the salt cellar, get doused by someone
Who REALLY hates
Slugs.
I feel a bit sorry for it really…
But I do hope it moves on very soon.
Sluggish
28 May 2013 Leave a comment
in humour, Poetry Tags: dampness, musing, nature, poetry, rain, shivering, slime, visitor