Looking At My Chainsaw Now
Beautiful berry bushes have grown renegade all over our yard.
Garden catalogs call them this, it is not a name I made up. They are beautiful, but also strangling.
They have strangled three crepe myrtles, and a couple of lilac bushes, forcing them to die.
One has wound himself around my apple tree,
The apple has given up. She produced less than five apples this year.
Another is climbing precariously close to my largest oak tree.
These beautiful berry bushes are bullies, and I will have to do something about them.
Bully berry bushes, I think, renaming them, to give myself a bit of power.
Beautiful at first, but after they ingratiate themselves, fooling you completely with their prettiness
They strangle all other vegetation in their path, killing bushes and trees, and not caring a whit.
Sort of like a beautiful woman without a conscious, who ingratiates herself into a family,
Strangling it and killing it with her lack of integrity. A beautiful man can do it too, it is not always a woman.
Beautiful berry bushes, not unlike charismatic beautiful people with no conscious feelings for others.
I am looking for my chainsaw now. Best to cut the head off the snake, right?
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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