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Wild Woman
arrives
at a hobble
to do
serious battle
with the
Iris Bed.
"Oh, woe is I!"
she mutters,
at the shocking sight.
The tangle of weeds
is higher
than the
fair Iris's head.
Errant fattened
Dangerously Prickly
blackberry vines
and assorted mayhem
proclaim
Serious Neglect
has long overtaken
the hidden blooms.
And, most frightening
of all,
the Fair Iris
is having the life
choked out of her
by the hideous,
tightly twining
Horrible Ivy,
whose death grip
around Iris's throat
is so tight
Iris can only utter
a faint, desperate
"gleep, gleep",
which Wild Woman
translates as
"Hurry! Hurry!"
Wild Woman hoves to:
At great personal risk,
she steps bravely
into the tangled thorny patch.
She clips,
she mutters,
she heaves.
A satisfying
pile of debris
forms a mountain
of limp expired weeds
and thorny vanquished
branches
behind her.
But!
when she is done,
the Fair Iris
stands proud and tall,
evidence of Persevering
Midst Completely
Untenable Conditions.
She takes her first
deep breaths.
She sways and preens.
She is
Free At Last!
Liberation has
likely never
felt so sweet.
And Wild Woman?
her back
fairly shrieking
in protest,
quietly
hobbles away.
