Allotment lunacy, daren’t scatter
blue slug pellets at will,
or randomly around.
This hallowed ground
our plot this spot, still
is home to our resident frog, it matters
that his place isn’t poisoned by me.
Our site, space to others, ladybirds feeding
on brassicas, and my weeding
between bean flowers see apis mellifera.
Take care to not disturb that bee.
My Plot’s organic, nothing mechanic
nor toxic. To me
my allotment is hypnotic.
My place ‘to be.’
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