You leave silver trails behind you.
They glisten in the morning sun
like fairy roads on the concrete.
Such light from a creature that looks like dung.
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Shawn L. Bird 
Silver dung would be a sign of something- not sure what, though.
Result of being born with a silver spoon in the mouth?
Ah, slugs and snails, oh my!
lol
Ugh, slugs. One night not too long ago, I almost squished one in the dark…I felt it beneath my foot and quickly lifted it away so that I wouldn’t have slug guts all over me and my patio. They are such resilient creatures. It was gone the next morning…it had survived. And I love the funny ending to your poem. So magical…and then the word dung. 😀
😉
Good and worth from the least expected places?
Indeed.
Ah, the majestic slug. How icky they are, as are snails- dung with shells on.
🙂
It’s all in your perspective. Where some see dung you see silver trails and fairy roads. I think I like your perspective better.
😉
Starting with silver trail glistening in morning sun and ending with the word “dung”, twist in the plot or “playing with words”? 🙂
Your call!