A quiet hero on a rough road.

Everyone hates the slug, they say.
It eats the garden clean away.
But look again — it clears the mess,
A nature’s janitor, no less.
And what a sight, so soft, so real —
A humble creature with appeal.

An alien upon the road,
Its body bare, no shell, no load.
The asphalt burns, the journey’s tough,
Each inch of ground is harsh and rough.

But does it quit? Oh no, not it.
It slides along, bit by bit.
The slug moves slow, yet finds its place,
With silent will and steady grace.

So maybe, next time that we scoff,
We think: this slug won’t just fall off.
It shows us strength in quiet ways —
A tiny hero of our days.


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