O’ Daffodil… your mark? A tittle.
A smudge, a stain, a one-word riddle.
O’ Tulip, please refrain from speaking,
Lying and your oft-clumsy sneaking.
Dear Petunia, childish and demure,
Your deceitful game… Deserved? Incurred.
But, Bloodflower, I waited at Home.
Waited for Truth; I waited alone.
© CGT, 2017.