ADIOS, WORM!

"A poem about a worm?"
    you say, "Weird!"

Well, haven't you read poems
     about things stranger,

Like "red wheelbarrows" and
    "white chickens?"

We had a worm once...you might
    say: rooming with us!

He was living in our fertile
    tomato-growing box
          out front.

I met him (a big nice pink earthworm)
    on a cold December day

when I was digging to ascertain the
     moisture level of the soil.

There he was, near the bottom---
    alone and cold (after I exposed
        him.)

I fed him our best bread---"winter wheat"
    crumbled nicely, and covered him up.

Alas, he may have somehow been
    unhappy with his "pad"

or had roving feet (so to speak)
   for he is gone, somehow,
             someway...

Either he moved on to fancier digs...
    better dirt, and where people
          feed him better---

or he was "worm-napped" by a
    catfish fisherman.

He was okay and minded his own
    business and we will miss
                    him.

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BY MIL
02/1414