Short Berm Poems

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!