War-Torn Garden

There is small garden fertile and proud behind a big rolling hill situated animals passing there in adventure go head on against each other all times Foxes fight each other with no mercy dogs chase and scatter old and young cats chickens have it with grasshoppers daily bitterness make the garden barren and bare Whenever there is season of inactivity witch weeds grow in hurry luxuriantly black jack covers the garden in hurry thorny weeds lay in ambush for stray feet But what grows after these scuffles shock the crops that the farmer grows the farmer worries and prays for luck but the animals do not listen any way The lone farmer’s war-torn garden shames but it is his garden he cherishes what to do but own up to all the mess probably one time the war will subside