Night and Day

 

Down in the courtyard,

behind the area

where the sky-high

weeds grow,

adjacent to the

rubbish bins

stacked in many

rows -

rustling away

night and day,

lies a slug eaten

copy

of this poem.

David Pike is editor of Pulsar Poetry Magazine / Webzine since 1995; www.pulsarpoetry.com - reviewer / poet / novelist.