“It Waved At Me !”

Nana’s small juicy tasty apples
organically grown never sprayed
were cut in half put beside
the girls’ afternoon tea on
their special bright plates.

The outgoing confident six
year old enjoyed her food
but spoke hesitantly, didn’t
want her apple ……………….
……. said the worm waved
at her, she couldn’t eat it.

Rearing up from the apple’s
heart the tiny worm waved
its head from side to side.

Mum excused her from
eating her apple.

“It Waved At Me !”