I love to wriggle through loam, my home;
I enjoy stretching through the soil, my toil.
I am not a stick in the mud, m’lud!
I am Worm – earthy, honest, tiller of land.
My band work tirelessly, day and night –
Make roots grow deep, shoots sprout towards the light.
Woodworm, wormhole, bookworm, earworm, wormwood.
This worm is for turning
over new leaves.
For turning the sod over and over
All that was solid, I break down.
Blackbird hears worm’s earthy song
Dances to the beat, claws stamp along.
Vibrations travel through the soil
Earthworm, excited, starts to uncoil.
Squirms through the black earth
Surfaces – to an outstretched beak.
Worming, wormery, blindworm, worm food, meal worm, earthworm.
Protesting – pulled from the ground.
Blackbird puts an end to his wormy sound.