the worms don't give a shit
about getting stepped on
until after it happens
trying to escape drowning
they undulate across asphalt
from soaked grass and wet clay
only to exhaust themselves
in puddles
be picked off by the robins
who strut around like easy
pickings are a testament to their
hunting prowess
or dry out as crispy rings
stranded in the heat
too far from the moist earth
but safe from drowning at last
today the sun was out
this is not an allegory
today the sky was blue
and the clouds were puffy and white
this is not a metaphor
today the grass was green
and i avoided being a worm
and i avoided being the foot that steps on worms
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I'm a writer and a dabbler. I live in Washington.
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Words and Feathers 
today – and every day – i no longer drive, to save all the bugs that aim for my windshield. 🙂 — Thank u for being an empathetic soul — on this day.
I can relate to the worm…we2 get picked off from time 2 time….it all comes down to the pecking order