A Senseless Slaughter

You never know when, a “black death” thumb instead of a “green” one, will murder your flowers while, you’re on vacation. Co-workers, well-meaning; can slaughter your workplace joy if you ask them to, plant-sit in your absence. Like the pet hamster that, you had as a child; beloved plants fall prey to, untalented or uncaring hands. Never stolen like tissues, Pens and notepads; plants re-greet you while, hanging onto their last breath of air. Now, aren’t you glad you came back?