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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