Stuck in the weeds - A poem of sorts

in writing •  6 years ago  (edited)

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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