The first slug of spring slithered in through the door
And left me a silvery trail on the floor,
A creature I’d normally count as a pest,
Whether inside or out, such an unwelcome guest…
But the first slug of spring means the mercury’s rising
I greet it with joy, which is hardly surprising
For after a winter of grey skies and rain
It’s good to know springtime is springing again.
I know that the message is going to cost us…
As Slug eats the hyacinths, crocus and hostas…
But heralding spring? I will never reject it
And offer my thanks… even as I eject it.