18. Slugs

Slugs, slugs

Crawl through the grass,

Watching all the beetles,

As they scurry past.

Slugs, slugs

Crawl so slow,

Leaving tracks of silver

Wherever they go.

Slugs, slugs

Crawl along the wall,

Popping little horns out,

Make no sound at all.

                                                      John Kitching