Autumn Forest
By Caitlin W
Roots dig into the soil, the dirty sand.
Trees cover all the land.
A forest of red, a leafy bed
Lies the slug all happy and snug
Under damp logs covered by trees,
Shadows and bugs falling leaves.
Free to roam, this is his home.
Going to sleep now I click and buzz.
Take a nap in the forest fuzz,
A midnight sky where stars will lie.
The slug will get older, maybe fade
But the forest is where dreams are made.
From the garden he will steal food
Taking spinach, cabbage, lettuce included.
Back to the forest he always goes
Now he's fed he goes to bed and has a doze.
In my garden he is the beast
but in the forest he is just a slug with a feast.
Small to lions but big to me,
He is not just a slug can't you see
The slug lies, darkens, but never dies.