Thursday, 10 September 2015
Autumn Pruning.
Sorry Mister Spider
I have to encourage the new growth
and you made your home in the old wood
that I must now cut down.
Next year I require fat loganberries
to cover with sugar and cream,
and I am less occupied with house flies
than you appear to be.
So forgive the use of these secateurs
that I brandish with such ease,
I am planning a cascade of white flowers
to entice my co workers, the bees.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
September 10th. 2015.
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