Old Miss Spooner earnest tinkers
in her garden tending flowers,
Damning all God’s tiny creatures
that dare feast in midnight hours.

Summer rain she hates with passion,
beating down her tender petals!
On the sodden grass and topsoil,
droplets shine like precious metals.

Why does rain leave pathways open
for the things that crawl and slither?
Things that feed on sister Flora
where Miss Spooner neatly killed her.