A blood red rose,
in her leafy abode,
bloomed guarded by a fort of thorns.
A slimy green toad,
into her garden one night stole,
crushing her petals in pursuit of a worm.
The worm stuck in his throat;
he lay dead on the mossy moat;
to be cast away by the gardener next morn.
© Isha Garg
Doodle by Isha Garg