I escaped into the garden,
a news-free calming spot,
to check on season’s progress
in every nook and pot.
Imagine my excitement
at this discovery;
I’m thrilled with its new life
but no idea what it might be.
Do you know, dear reader?
Is there any chance this could be the scabiosa that jumped into my cart last year?
Basking in my sunshine
snuggling on my fence
this manic excavator
is pure impertinence
taunting me, Goliath,
feigning innocence
as though his bright-eyed smallness
masked malevolence
but I know his evil habits
— curse his tiny hide! —
he’s only biding time
’til Goliath goes inside.
Bicentennial colors
blue and yellow of our banner
my potted bright salute
to the fair state of Indianar.
