Slugs
By Grace B
Published 10 September 2024
Slugs.
Disgusting, slimy, yet somehow so tiny
When I see one, they inch towards me.
Creeping over our gardens leaving a trail as they go
Moving… ever… so… slow
In moonlit quiet, they softly creep.
Their shimmering path, a secret they keep.
In their slow dance, a rhythm so rare.
A gentle reminder that beauty is everywhere.