Midnightbells Grow

Like a ware wolfs winter coat.

Swaying in the midnight storm

That growls like an angry lion

Their slivering roots wiggle like starving snakes

Into crummy soil

That shakes

Like an earthquake.

The emerald green stem stays strong

Like Big Ben

As green as a witches eye.

Pestles drop

Like butterfly wings

Poisonous pollen

Like a starry night yawns

To reveal a secret world

Of Midnightbells