Don’t recall seeing anyone
with their ear pressed up to it.
I’d have gathered the missus and little ones,
to see that and perhaps make a day of it.
If they had, they might have heard
our scurries and our scratches
as we go about our business on one side or another
but mostly inside (that’s our side).
Each side isn’t bad, as sides goes.
I guess I’d like a bit more sun on one side
and it’d be nice to find the leaves the missus likes,
(the lovely spotted ones with the scrumptious sap)
when I’m about my business on the other.
Of course, I’d be happy to tell anyone
if they’re going from one side to the other,
about the good things to find,
the best places to see.
No one ever asks me though.
They all have that look
like they’ve made up their mind
about what’s on the other side of the wall.
So I’ll just drink my tea,
share some leaves with the missus,
and play with the little ones
while I watch them go on their way.
Worm from the movie Labyrinth
Song Choice: Watching the World Go By by Dean Martin
This poem was inspired by the prompt given over at Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads: Walls. I had written something from the perspective of this little guy before, but the prompt reminded me of the walls of the labyrinth from the movie of the same name, and I felt I wanted to revisit something from his point of view again.
