How does this predator chose its prey? I wonder.
In its vanity, it harbors distaste for sweet beauty
Thus it feigns itself as sweet.
And at first, is hardly noticed.
Mouth watering, its lips part…
Creeping…vein-by-vein, blade-by blade, it grows, bewitching.
It easily charms the ignorant with its lusty green grace.
And in a moment, its stemmed tongues have already begun to lick the rough surface…
The creamy colored brick
The verdant green shutters and trim
The broken glass windows tucked behind the long-time-empty flower boxes
Its stories of family, friends, love, and abuse
I had only turned my head
Or so I thought.
And the sweet dwelling was gone
Ravished by that beautiful deception.