A clever someone has built a home
over my green home.
I can't take my eyes off
this spectacle...
bemoans a scarlet rose,
a mute witness to the
dramatic goings on.
The elusive culprit
who has been singing
'come into my parlour...'
has been finally caught
lurking nearby, on camera.
The trap has worked,
the hapless victim is ensnared  and
now, it is time for a delicious snack.