A quarreling family
Of red finches
Is eating away
My one hibiscus
That so far has bloomed
But once only a few
Red-throated golden
Chalices last summer
As soon as they see
A new bud like a little
Lettuce-head their beaks
Are wedged to plunder
Until each branch
Thwarted starts to die
Until I cannot call you
My hibiscus anymore
Stark raving dead
How I dragged you
To the desert
So the finches
Would be fed
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