Night Visitor

 

When I drew back the curtain
to take a quick shower last night;
it was on the bottom of the bathtub.
A stick? A leaf?

A closer look revealed two antennae:
Ah! A slug!

Do I take a shower with a slug?
(I did consider it)
Flush it down the toilet,
(I definitely could not do that)
or take it outside?
The latter is not an option;
I’m naked.

I put the slug in the sink,
took my shower, dried off,
put on a t-shirt,
all the while talking to the slug
as it slowly slimed its way
around the inside of the sink.

I picked it up.
Right away
it grasped onto my forefinger,
sort of a friendly slug hug.

I took it outside
into the dampness of the night.
It let go of my finger
and dropped into the grass.

© Ann B. Day


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