Fertility

The lemon tree

plays host to my fertility

My copulating neighbours

bear me no mind

as they await

a succulent meal.

I make no prayer

to the gods of entomology

to rescue my offspring

from their fate.

My fertility knows no bounds

 many will escape.

Amid the leaves of

this birthing tree

we live

and

let die 

Ellecee

Inspired by

imaginary garden with real toads - words count with Mama Zen (60 not including title)

and

Skywriting - Prayer