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!
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