Fuzzslug (and variants)

Stylized

Stylized

Raw Fractal

Raw Fractal

Autumn Sunset

Autumn Sunset

I took a trip to the forest where I met the fuzzslug
got a body like a snail, with fur like a rug
not big enough to ride, but they're big enough to hug
I found them munching on mushrooms and shrubs.
I step up slowly, eye stalks start tracking
"I'm sorry, fuzzslug, if stopped your snacking.
I'm a wayward soul, and I'm trying to find
a way to freshen up this moldy mind."
Fuzz starts to buzz, slug starts to slither
in the swishing of the fur, I start to hear a whisper
"It's not where you're going, it's not where you're from,
It's not what you plan, it's not what you've done.
it's the slice in between, that's all that you've got,
because life is a dream whether you like it or not."
In a puff of smoke and a slow-mo flash
Fuzzslug lit up into a pile of ash.
I watched it drift up and before my eyes
the vapor rearranged into starry skies.
Amazed by constellations for a couple of hours,
then I laid my head to rest in a bundle of flowers,
woke up under covers, in my bed, in my room.
Thanks, Fuzzslug, I'll be back again soon.