Bloomin’ Mad

Bloomin’ Mad

Man’s best friends, our dog and cat,

Can stomp a garden in nothing flat.

How can we chase our pets away

To let our flowers grow and sway?

The cat will scratch; the dog’s a digger.

My lilies won’t grow any bigger.

What can I do about these pests,

Who think my garden is their nest?
c2011 by Linda Ann Nickerson

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NOTE: I wrote these lines many years ago in a pique of frustration, having found my most magnificent blooms decapitated in my garden one summer afternoon. What gardener has not sensed the same upon finding beloved blossoms lost in their prime?

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