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.