Andrew was sick again this morning, but I put out another doodle. I’m pleased with the pointillism on the trees. It took longer to do that but I like how they came out.
This is inspired by a poem I wrote entitled “I’m a Worm“:
I’m a worm and I live underground.
I’m long, and I’m slimy and round.
I was born without eyes, or an ear
You can’t tell my front from my rear.
You may get a quite a fright from one sight,
but being a worm’s a delight!
While you may munch cake for dessert,
I’d rather be dining on dirt.
I excavate, dig and I bore.
(Right now, ‘neath your feet, I explore.)
Anytime that the rain starts to flood
I crawl up to dance in the mud.
How I certainly, totally hate
you nabbed me to use me for bait.