Life as a slime mold
could never grow old:
always defying classification,
and refusing the pigeon-hole.
Not a fungus, but a protist,
seldom seen and hardly noticed,
found ’round the world in every nation,
yet known only to microscopists.
They spend their slimy days
in a myriad of slimy ways,
always someplace dank with weak illumination—
clandestine, a unicellular mainstay.
Eager to rot, mulch, and decompose,
inhabiting detritus rich with microbes;
these they digest, and bring spores to fruition,
to spread further, under everyone’s nose.