The Garden Fence

Garden Fence
By Mark Ryan


As I watch my garden grow
The tomato vines move to and fro
A gentle breeze whispers by
As hungry critters give me the eye
They dream of one big bite
In the quiet of the dark night
But I have built a high fence
To stop their friendly pretense
With electric wire to give a shock
And stop the pillaging of the flock
But I leave the lawn clover nearby
For my garden critters to satisfy