Weeds

there's a light rain this morning
my first cup of coffee cradled in my hands
looking out my kitchen window at my back yard
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Weeds
And a bright male blue jay
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All long the fence, weeds of every kind
heck, small mulberry trees are there too
I mow, I trim, I cut them down
a day later, oh look!, the weeds are
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weeds
a female cardinal sits on a post
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this never-ending summer war
man vs. nature and nature always wins
makes me wonder why we fight it
thistles for example, they are kind of cool
jaggedy leaves, sharp pins, a purple flower at maturity
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weeds
two finches pecking beaks into the thistle
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Nature laughs at me I'm sure
sending all kinds of birds to sit on my fence
some sing, some chirp, some coo
seems one thing they all do is take a poo
and in their droppings, seeds
seeds...that make....
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weeds
there's a mourning dove on the gate
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what's a responsible homeowner to do?
say, "neighbors opinions be damned!"
thumb my nose at ordinance enforcers?
just let nature have its way
allow my yard to be a place
where all the whimsical birds can play?
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weeds
of course! a mockingbird arrives
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I won't have to decide today
storms are on the way
giving me time to ponder this conundrum
creeping charlie has pretty purple flowers
and there's the vine with bright red berries
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weeds
and another cup of coffee