morning sunburns away the night frost
fragile seedlings
© Rachel Green 2020
Consider Rodentia
the rats have made a home in our blue shed
they've bitten through the walls and through the floor
I don't know whence they came but want them dead
my partner locks the cat-flap in the door.
We'll empty out the shed and try to mend
the holes with metal sheets from old white goods
these rats are driving us around the bend
I wish they'd fuck right off into the woods.
Inspection shows the shed is full of rot,
we'll have to pull it down to do the deed
my partner states that she would rather not
have compost bins in which the rodents feed.
I've moved the bins, I've took away the shed.
They've moved into the neighbour's house instead.
© Rachel Green 2020
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