A sluggish verse

Away from sun, sand and beaches
Amidst rain, mud and leeches
Courting slugs with slimy tails
Trailing shell-lugging snails
And other creepy-crawlies too
Nature’s cleaning crew
Never in a great rush
As they revel in the slush
Their forms growing plush
Chomping on tender leaves
Sucking on vital fluids
Feasting on rot and decay
Putting themselves on display
So plump, luscious and hale
As they creep, crawl and scale
Walls, tiles and floors
Staircases, shelves and doors,
Tree barks, shrubs and creepers,
Drawing the gaze of predators
Who treat themselves to a buffet
Of their slow moving prey

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