The worm had chosen incorrectly
and tried to squirm on asphalt
confusing it with soil
and not having sufficient mental prowess
to discern the difference.

Along came a man who saw its plight —
bent down and flipped that wiggly thing
with a finger tip
to a landscape more amenable.

Not only that
when the early bird came
and sought that worm for prey
the same man stood up and shooed it away
and saved that worm for another day
of dealing with its constant danger.

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