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Tag Archives: Slugs
Housekeeping #midnighthaiku
Unseen in shadow Feasting on death and decay Nature’s clean-up crew * Belly of the beast Transforming death to life Cycle continues *
Herald of Spring…
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 … Continue reading
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Tagged hibernation, nature, seasons, Slugs, Spring
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Bad moon rising…
I wander round the house barefoot, And often, late at night, Because I see sufficiently I don’t put on the light. But as the darker nights draw in And summer turns to fall, I’m having to beware The lurking monsters … Continue reading
Harbinger
The first slug of April came in through the door, With a bright silver trail winding over the floor. I felt a bit mean taking it back outside, Though I know it will find somewhere leafy to hide. I’m not … Continue reading
