Slugs are not much loved.

Maybe God loves slugs,

But who knows?

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One day in the garden, no slugs.

Next day,

slugs.

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The invisible destroyer becomes solid,

Well, almost solid;

It’s a slug.

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Rare is the animal whose name so suits its physicality.

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Alzheimer’s.

Now there is a name that suits its own ugliness.

Maybe if I was German…..

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The invisible destroyer becomes solid.

My mother is walking back and forth in her own kitchen

Not knowing where she is.

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One day in the kitchen, no Alzheimer’s.

Next day…….

No, I lie.

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Slugs take their time eating away,

Chewing, or whatever they do to petals,

Until one day I notice what is gone.