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No earthly worm this
Thought them one of the fungus puff-balls,Turned up within wooden compost walls,I appraised them far too casually.It took me another year to see.
But next summer they were there again.I saw them now as far less mundane.Whitish ping-pong eggs flaccid and hatch'd:With babies now absent and dispersed.
Gently I turned the compost over -Simple tool now a deadly rapier.Then I saw a worm in mortal hasteSlide o'er cabbage leaves and kitchen waste.
No earthly tunnelling worm was this,No common Lumbricus terrestris.A creamy flash down its blazing sideMade me lay my garden fork aside.
Privilege and gratificationBestowed upon my lowly garden.A tiny bejewelled miniature aspTook me by surprise and made me gasp.
© R M Meyer
Winswell Water, September 2018