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