Eating a grapes,
Just the slightest bit ****
That I plucked from my garden this afternoon.
I plucked it from the jaws of the so-far
Unidentified critter who dines in the garden.
It is more likely a squirrel,
and one with truly dreadful
garden manners at that.
I don’t mind sharing a few of my berries,
but this one takes little nibbles from so many,
never finishing one.
It’s a little like having Goldilocks
hopping around from plant to plant,
looking for the one that is just right.
The garden is flourishing,
with the tomato, cucumber, pepper and tomatillo
plants promising to produce soon
the carrots are begging to be thinned.
So while we all wait for our flowers to bloom,
for our plants to produce,
and for our neighborly critters
to stop eating all the berries.
Mar 10, 2020
Mar 10, 2020 at 11:30 AM UTC
Eating a grapes,
Just the slightest bit ****
That I plucked from my garden this afternoon.
I plucked it from the jaws of the so-far
Unidentified critter who dines in the garden.
It is more likely a squirrel,
and one with truly dreadful
garden manners at that.
I don’t mind sharing a few of my berries,
but this one takes little nibbles from so many,
never finishing one.
It’s a little like having Goldilocks
hopping around from plant to plant,
looking for the one that is just right.
The garden is flourishing,
with the tomato, cucumber, pepper and tomatillo
plants promising to produce soon
the carrots are begging to be thinned.
So while we all wait for our flowers to bloom,
for our plants to produce,
and for our neighborly critters
to stop eating all the berries.
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