In the midst of a quiet morning
While all the people in their beds were snoring
A pest, an insect of some type
Went looking for breakfast; ripe
fruits, scrunchy leaves of a tree
— whatever it may be
“I’ll ransack the garden”, he said
And so to the garden, he went ahead
There, he saw the loveliest bloom
Like a bride waiting for her groom
She was a beautiful color, a blossoming pink
And it made him think,
“All the colors in the world have been washed out,
and she’s the only tint of beauty left; no doubt!”
The pest crawled up to her with haste
And her stem, he warmly embraced
“How lovely and charming, but my brothers will be here any minute!
They will soon rise and munch on you as they see fit,
but I promise you, I will never forsake
you, or my heart will ache”.
The flower replied, “Poor pest, I need no saving!
I was given pesticide. Now, you’re dying.”
The pest suddenly fell,
and his eyes well
up as he thinks of his brothers looking
for breakfast in the morning.
Your Daily Word Prompt: ransack
Ragtag Daily Prompt: breakfast
Ragtag Daily Prompt: washed out