Aha! I found day 30….here goes…
Slug Thugs
They slime over black curly kale,
slither over lollo rosso leaves,
suck their way over sprouting mange tout,
completely ignoring the skin slicing egg shells,
the small pot of drowning ale,
the copper wall of death,
the blue pellets from hell.
And all in the bat-black night
when the pecking birds are wrapped
in laurel leaves dreaming of suet,
sunflower seeds and moist cake crumbs.
Vivid & funny. Thank heavens slugs don’t grow any bigger – imagine one the size of a bus!