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
