I'm thinking of setting
A mouse-trap for that
Clever cat hiding
Among the branches
Grown too close
To the bird-bath
Where the creaking doves
And eager sparrows come
To drink I have
To cut them back
But that's just one
Of several tasks
I never seem to get to
I say I'm waiting
For my friend to come
On that perfect fall day
To prune and rake with me
To put the garden to bed
And celebrate our dead
And feed that ravenous cat
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