In the back garden near the trellis wall,
Roses bloom from spring to fall.
Except for one black rose in the sea of red,
Darkness had seemed to seed the dread.
The vines thorns seem sharper then the rest,
Birds,squirrels and bunnies avoid the tangled 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 then shaking a stubborn head,
Decided again to try pruning instead.
By next morning though I stared with disbelief,
Black roses covered the whole garden wall, "Good Grief"!
and as I contemplated this confounding mystery,
I so wanted this confusing dilemma to be history,
As I pondered from the back door, a brave little bunny,
Frolicked too near so cute and quite funny.
When suddenly the rose vines snatch its prize,
As I watched it disappear before my eyes.
I heard one little yelp then it was silence,
Shocked so profound to see such violence.
Trying not to make any sudden move,
Gently 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.