This morning
the rain washed road
has become a
worm mortuary.
poem- mourning April 11, 2014
This morning
the rain washed road
has become a
worm mortuary.
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Shawn L. Bird 
Isn’t that amazing and then sad at the same time? I always feel grossed out but sad when I see that. ;). ;(
I know.
Yep….wait until the snails come out, they crunch under your feet….and then you feel guilty, and your Karma gets messed up…It’s a bad scene
Oooh! We don’t have bulk snails around here. That crunch would be exponentially grosser!
We used to eat them where I was born….Karma Is screwed 😦
lol
Wow. Sad, creative, abrupt. This is really good.
Glad you enjoyed it.
It is a hard road to toe.
lol Not as joyful as “Tiptoe through the tulips…”
Aw, I hate it when the worms drown 😦
It seems like a really poor evolutionary development.
The more worms on the road the less survive.
The road is a less-tuary?
lol
Indeed it has.
Same here!
bird
~
feeder
lol
Indeed.
Cute poem. You surely do paint a concise and perfect word picture. But do you really mourn for them? I’m remembering the draining of our small backyard pond last spring and finding a virtual worm CEMETERY. Up until last year my husband took care of the dirty task and I had no idea what it entailed. There were literally hundreds of worms completely covering the bottom of the pond. (Not that I counted them.) Right now I am procrastinating on draining that pond this spring. I anticipate a repeat of my grossed-out feelings of last year. I suppose I should be mourning for them, however the sorrow I will be expressing will be for myself. 😦 Gayle Moore-Morrans
They make me terribly sad, and can haunt me all day, so I think so, yes.
All life is sacred.
suffocating vs dehydrating. Birds are better, but you never seem to see them taking advantage.