A split apple, worm infested on the ground,

the grass around indifferent.

If it cared it didn’t show at least.

 

Indifferent too, the piece of mouse

the house cat left nearby.

Soon the flies will find

and feast on it like worms on apples.

 

Satisfied the flies will fly.  The worms will

squirm back to the ground

where they hide from human eyes

until more fruit is found.

 

Refrain