I potted impatiens to put on the porch.
They are doomed. I never take care of 'em.
Plus everything there's a temptation to squirrels,
and we've got a root-chewing pair of 'em,
along with the spider mites weaving their webs—
destructive and messy—beware of 'em.
This year's will be different, I swear of 'em.
The Poetry Friday Roundup is at Buffy's Blog. Enjoy!