Little Worm

Little worm, little worm 

Try and beat the sun

Make your way across the asphalt 

Before the day is done

Your little worm sisters will help you along

Feeding you dew drops to help keep you strong

Little worm, little worm 

How could you know? 

Your soft underbelly burns 

When you move too slow

You’ll cry out in pain

Before the evening wind blows

Praying for the fall of rain 

Or the razor beak of a crow

The pavement sucks the moisture from your pores

As you look around, helpless

Were your sisters’ lives ending like yours? 

That’s what you see for the last time

Your sisters safe in the grass

Wet, soft, and fine

Your mama is there

You attempt to cry

But your voice is stuck in your throat 

So 

So 

Dry