The Intruders

​by Mitchell H., Extension Master Gardener Volunteer
 
They come stealthily in the night  
To eat the buds I’ve waited to open. 
Moving to find the high dollar stuff 
But leaving lilies slated for the compost bin. 
 
Perhaps the lack of rain and scorching heat  
Affects them as much as it does me. 
And drives them to candy topped with dew 
A smorgasbord to sample, what a feast! 
 
I do not think I can compete with this. 
Forget lilies and go with herbs instead. 
Then something deep inside me whispers: 
There’s always next year. 

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