The Marigold
She moved through the garden in all her glory,
Her distinctive colour shining through the grass,
Her long claws at the end of her paws clipping anything in her way.
Her back was arched, her tail was high,
A green fire glared in her vivid eye,
And all the toms through never so bold, quailed at the martial marigold.
by Jules M.
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