On the slush muddy soil I see a worm
Growing and contracting in slimy rings,
Unsightly creature in colour and form,
Be eaten by the chirpy bird that sings.
The worm is there relinquishing in slime
As it squirms its way through the wet, brown soil,
It's hideous as it bathes in the grime
And right around a pebble does it coil.
The worm now underneath the soil buries
But I can still see its tail sticking out,
It could be designed to last centuries
Providing no one tramples it throughout.
To touch it I have myself forbidden,