An unknown reptile creeps into the backyard,
It is red ,blue and yellow with bold marks,
Glittering unholy in the dark.
It has slipped into the yard isolating from its tribe,
Signalling to a teeming populous in the garden,
Gleefully slitting the roots of the flowering plants in a jibe,
Joyfully sucking the juicy liquid like a rodent.
They are none other than a sort of gardener’s pest,
Thriving in fives and hundreds after the rainy seasons,
Languishing slowly in the torrid sun’s zest,
Straying into the yards in quest of hibernation.
Jauntily proposing a colourful exterior,
They vehemently destroy the blossoming foliage,
Greedily wreck the delightful interior,
Perfidiously gobble the green leafage.
To get rid of them is elaborately laborious,
It is painful to see the devastation,
Still more horrible to kill the notorious,
More so to infringe the earth with pesticide horrendous.
How to save my garden,I know not?
My heart throbs and my eyes well,
Seeking seriously for a way out,
The very thought rummage my mind to a shell.