Deep Breaths


Deep Breaths
by Pumpkin  Flower

Each morning when  I walk on down
  I hold my breath and wince
Not knowing what will be under
 the shade cloth there, now since
Just hours  before, I tucked her in
all sprayed and fed just right
But hard to know what's happened there
 to her all through the night.
There's animals 'n slugs and splits
and rot to say a few
Just sitting there awaiting fate
such things can happen to
our helpless swelling giant globes
Out in the dark of night.
So
breath held tight and face all winced
exhale........she is  all right



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