Wednesday, April 06, 2011

Comet


Dancing, prancing through the potatoes,
Sassy Sasha is just getting started,
Revving up for a romp through the peas.
A streak of silver gray, a garden comet,
With a tail of destruction through the cosmos
blossoms squashed, squash stems snapped
in two, sugar snap peas flattened.
What am I to do?

©2011 R.M. Talbot

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