Slime-moulds are on the move,
Bright yellow pinheads coating pine needles,
White jelly
Smeared on grass and stem,
Each a myriad host of one-celled genius
Looking like lichen, fallen from a tree.
They move, invisibly, together,
Drawn by an unheard, secret summons
Out of the the earth,
Out of isolated self-sufficiency.
Congregate, merge,
Conglomerate, collaborate,
All with one aim:
Swarm up the sweet stems of grass.
Sporulate.
Let the party begin.
Comments on The Nature of the Universe 
Very interesting and a little bit spooky ☺
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Yes! They are the most fascinating organisms spending most of their lives as single-celled beings quietly munching bacteria in the soil – and who knows how they get the message to come together when it’s time to reproduce!
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