The Gardener

I awoke to the sound Of the rooster crow Red handed with green thumbs Covered in dirt and soap in my eyes I walk down the hall Of this house that is now mine Wander into the kitchen Turn on the stove, I prepare the roast There is a note stuck to the refrigerator "John and Mary will be over later, I'll be home around two." I check on the garden I visited last night Only now, I harvest I grab the shovel That I forgot in the rain And place it in the shed I'll come back for it later Next time the plants need to be fed Now that the aroma Of the freshly cooked meat Has overridden the stench I go into the dining area And place my greasy knife On the bench "Honey! I'm home!" Somebody cried "Honey's not here" I replied Now blood is everywhere I go fetch the shovel I didn't think would be needed So soon, it's only noon I sit and I wait On the love seat in the den For the night to live And the day to be dead