The Lions

Do I have to tame you?

You’re not lions.

And this little backyard outside my unit

is not a cage

so why don’t you behave?

I only watered you a few times during the week

and you burst out like a prison break.

You leave me no choice.

No, no, it’s too late to plead.

These shears will prune you back

to more modest dimensions.

Don’t worry. The bees will still come.

the yellow-shouldered honey-eaters and wattle birds

still visit

& I’ll still write poems about you.

All will be well.

But such profuseness ….

*pic courtesy of Wikimedia Commons

24 thoughts on “The Lions

    • you can say that again; getting a gardener to have a look at it in the New Year ; it’s wild and exuberant like some of my poems, like this one 🙂 just found out, trumpet flowers are hallucinogenic so I may have a try 🙂 UNTIL I also found out they are deadly when ingested 😦

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