The Garden Slug

The unassuming garden slug
Is best observed when morning brings
A bright beginning to all things.

Unlike the snail, he has no snug
Abode he carries everywhere;
Instead, he travels boldly bare.

Distracted by the daily rush
Of life's demands, I sometimes fail
To see the tiny slug prevail.

But in the early morning hush,
I'm able to appreciate
His slow advance at his own gait.

A blue ceramic water bowl
Appears to be the slug's main goal.
My heart is full of fear for him;
I doubt that he knows how to swim.
But all is well—he hesitates
At water's edge, saved by the Fates.

©2019 Michael Fraley

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