In the back garden near the trellis wall,
Roses bloom from spring to fall.
Except for one black rose in the sea of red,
Ebony seemed to seed the dread.
Thorns seemed sharper then the rest,
Birds,squirrels and bunnies avoided the mess.
Downing thick gloves with a determination,
I strut with confidence to preform the alteration.
I hummed as I trimmed the spiny vines back,
But in the morning there stood three roses black.
Puzzled, I wasn't quite sure,
If pruning them was the cure.
But, shaking a stubborn head,
Decided again to prune instead.
By next morning though I stared with disbelief,
Black roses covered the wall, "Good Grief"!
and as I pondered this confounded mystery,
I so wanted this dilemma to be history,
As I stared from the back door, a brave little bunny,
Frolicked too near so cute and quite funny.
When suddenly, vines snatch its prize,
As I watched it disappear before my eyes.
I heard one little yelp then it was silence,
Shock so profound to see such violence.
Trying not to make any sudden move,
Dropping the shears, the roses wouldn't approve
Fear however isn't so easy to squelch,
As vines gave a shutter and shared a loud belch.