weed

/bark bark bark

classified as a humble weed
a beauty in a field of feed
held on through winters early frost
still holding to your seeds not tossed

i turn the key the bush hog cranks
i've come to cut your soldiers ranks
cut and slain you now lay prone
to dry to brown and die unknown

i'll see you soon when the sun arc's high
you'll shine against the summer sky
a queen of the field of which you reign
until i cut you down again

/grrrrrrr