Every Inch Is a Mile
Earthworm creeps along,
recent rains invite it to explore
the wonders of the outdoors,
a robin eyes the early morning
morsel with its slithering and segmented
movement while circling above its prey,
every inch is a mile for the worm
as it reaches an oaken bucket on the
saturated ground while its feathery hunter
swoops down for its early morning carnivorous feed,
the worm with its cilia senses an opening
underneath the old and misshapen bucket
as it hides from its predator----another typical
day for the early worm.
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