Maggot Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

Enjoyed your poem to which I add: Meadow muffins are everywhere Turn them over if you dare, For inside you'll find A sight that blows the mind. Those greedy worms of which you write Are feasting in pure delight And soon will be full blown And take a different shape from what we've known. They'll fly away To another muffin that very day And lay their eggs by daylight So that they'll hatch in the night, Then the second generation will emerge As you've written in your dirge, To renew nature's way In their short, life-giving way.

OOW YUCK do detect a little hate release here : O) If so just write out girl, keep writing