A groundhog ate my tulip bulbs
I saw him in the morn;
Their bursting heads
Had barely blazed
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The flower I thought to give to you In tribute to your form Was eaten by that waddling rat Who sniffs the air with scorn.... very telling poem. liked it very much dear poet..... thank you. tony
Oh how lovely to find a poem here upon my visit. Hope you are doing ok my friend. XO