The Valley that Calls by Deniz Besim - HTML preview

The Ugly Creature

On the slush muddy soil I see a worm

Growing and contracting in slimy rings,

Unsightly creature in colour and form,

Be eaten by the chirpy bird that sings.

The worm is there relinquishing in slime

As it squirms its way through the wet, brown soil,

It's hideous as it bathes in the grime

And right around a pebble does it coil.

The worm now underneath the soil buries

But I can still see its tail sticking out,

It could be designed to last centuries

Providing no one tramples it throughout.

To touch it I have myself forbidden,

Under the soil the worm is now hidden.