Worm on the Berm

There’s a worm on the berm But I cannot confirm, Without seeing it squirm, If it’s dead. Or perhaps it’s infirm From a rare type of germ Which affects it long-term And will spread. Either way, it’s absurd To think twice, for a bird, With its appetite spurred, Will be led To the place this occurred And to which I referred Where that bird, undeterred, Will be fed. I won’t mention the slug Or the slow-moving bug That I saw, ‘cause you’ll shrug - ‘Nuff’s been said!