Alchemy in the Garden

  
Transformed from a small wrinkled seed set in soil at springtime 

I hold the beets by their rat tails after yanking them out of the bed

They do not squeak or squeal as I hose them off for my dinner pot

Filled with docility and content to roast in the oven at a high degree

Except the one that got away by rolling downhill as I lost my grip

Then poof by magic it sprouted legs with blood red fur it ran

It ran to the woods without looking back and I never saw it again
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dVerse prompt on magic and an edict to lighten up

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Alchemy in the Garden

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