Published: 13 Apr 2019 › Updated: 13 Apr 2019
Stuck in the weeds - A poem of sorts
Stuck in the weeds
In a quiet forest, working
The nursery kitty comes, lurking
Weeds grow wild, yes indeed
Bloodsuckers be gone, no need
Beads of water appear dripping
The hummingbirds are nearby sipping
Nature’s important, as is devotion
Bonsai trees, Art in Motion
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