Slug on a Hot Cement Driveway
I spied a slug sliding
across dusty, dry cement,
and toward his destination
he surely seemed hell bent.
I supposed that his adventurous cruise
in the afternoon sun
quickly proved to be lacking
relaxation and fun.
The sweltering heat was causing him
to slowly evaporate
and it was, in more ways than one,
threatening to make him late.
The challenge he faced was as morbid as
hungry ducks and sprinkled salt.
And I knew that if he failed to survive,
it would be entirely his fault.
Yet he slugged it out, and soon he reached
cool dirt in sheltering shade.
And for a brief refreshing moment,
that poor slug had it made.
But then the fool began to feast
and - oh, cruel twist of fate!
He was drinking beer and heartily eating
metaldehyde slug bait.
It’s a shame his mother wasn’t there
to sternly caution him
not to eat food off the ground
if he didn’t know where it had been.
© 2012 L.E.H.