Cucurbita
My cucumbers had bloomed The first harvest, a small bounty Tendrils, climbers, leafy shoots White blossoms wherever you see But that was not the only first, Yellow ladybirds were seen as well Cutest guests in my garden green But little then did it ring a bell I would gaze at them, their elytra wings Endless photos, polka dots, I adored the reds, here were lemony ones Whirring ‘bout like little robots But in a span, weeks of few The cucumber plant began to wilt, Was it the sun? Was it the shade? The gardener me was filled in guilt Until I found larva strewn Upon the leaves, now brown and dry Tiny grubs all gold and black Beetles indeed, I had to sigh Which to save, which to die A Hobson’s choice whatever I do Let nature take a call, I said Either way, I will have to rue Summer went, the beetles thrived Tiny Volkswagens zooming round When autumn came, they flew away Wings not mean...
