Just a short poem about what I saw one morning in my garden.

When I saw you this morning,
I got scared.
You were a small bush in my garden
Last week.
Now you are embracing
My favorite linden
With your long hairy vine.
Viciously shaking your green almonds,
You are telling me,
“Linden is mine.”
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