Life As A Slug

            Life as a slug must be pretty interesting. You move slow and leave your slime behind so that someday, when you’re far from where you started, you’ll look back and see the paths you’ve traced. Can you comprehend it when you see a bird fly past? Or do they simply move too fast? Life as a slug must be methodical. As you approach a plant it grows slowly larger and slowly bigger until you are underneath one of its leaves. Down there in the dirt, shaded from the heat of the sun, you think of only where you find yourself.