Worm

Whish goes the breeze underneath wing Slam goes the claws against the earth Scratching to find the buried beings Brown bugs worms hard at work jerked Crush is the end of many of us Not always meeting ideal end Tis easier to win losing is tough Smash path of white winged wins Slithering worm who got away lives to see despite no eyes Squealing bird also is fair prey To a monstrous cat purring pride. Bling is the ring of sun shining For worm the underdog persevered Tomorrow’s singing bird will be flying Win or lose a wiggling worm will appear.

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Sara Kendrick

Date: 9/21/2023 1:07:00 PM

Good writing about nature and how it is out there in the world of birds, animals, insects, and worms. Thank you for sharing this one with us and for your visit to my page. Sara

Karen Jones
Date: 9/21/2023 1:49:00 PM

It was my pleasure to visit your page and thanks for reading Sara. Hugs!

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 7/2/2022 10:55:00 AM

interesting one. Worms sure do give me the willies!! I hate thinking of them crawling in my dead body. (the reason I will have myself cremated!!) I like the theme of that worm never giving up though. We are so much like the worms that get jerked up from the ground!

Andrea Dietrich
Date: 12/15/2022 12:41:00 PM

better than worms crawling around your eyeballs. haha

Karen Jones
Date: 7/2/2022 3:26:00 PM

Thanks for reading. I think if your ashes are spread on the earth you still end up worm food. Such is the cycle of life. Worms eat dirt. Lol