Legacy of the Green Monster

Legacy of the Green Monster An odd green monster Resides within the corner Of my kitchen sink – Mouth open, Stomach rumbling, Whispering feed me – feed me now - Ready to receive scraps of wilted salad, Spicy pie, Pasta sauce and olive pits With bits of Tuesday’s stew - Not fretting when it’s musty perfume Mingles with strawberries Past their prime – Banana peels - Or Tattered leaves swept from the floor Dragged in on furry paws; No sweet smelling new mown hay; The useless and expired Now expelled from the monster’s grip, A smorgasbord of the over ripe, The underdone, The scorched and slightly singed Mingling – Maturing - Ever ripening in A mountain growing by the house To once again revive growth, With discarded apple cores And sweet potato peels - This pungent bisque spread on sleeping garden beds When springtime wakes the earth From hibernation Only to find tomato plants Growing in the strangest places. Contest - All About the Environment