poem of the day November 10

Burdock

stands

by the

edge

of the

meadow

Waiting

for the

unaware

traveler

to brush

against it

One touch

and the

Smiling

burr

hitches

a ride

across

the field

All the 

time 

burrowing

deeper

and 

deeper

until

it is

finally

discovered

Pulled off

and thrown

into the

unknown

of a new

home