Drenched Thoughts

Raindrops trickle for what seems more than a lifetime Drenched the worm wiggles out in the open gasping for life hoping to avoid the early bird but he was too late for the early riser was the fisher who would use him as bait Impaled on the edge of a hook splitting in two to get away from you but too late thrown with the wind to the sea begging "someone rescue me" Drenched the worm wiggles seeing his fate at the jaws of defeat But the rain trickles harder and with the hook he is spit washed in with the tide swallowing his pride he lies on the shore but knows what's in store up in the dark sky angry birds circle high