Noll's Nip Patch Surprise

The nip patch by my purple plum

is my favorite of spots.

The nip grows sweet,

the flowers deep,

I hides happy in the lot.

December can bring

warmer days, days of slanting sun,

I ventured out,

I made my run

to the place

I dreams about.

It was verily

a patch of brown,

nothing much to munch.

Then a patch of brown

raised from the ground

and made a mighty SQUAWK!

A bright red crown

raised on high,

it made my tail puff out.

I gave a hiss,

I lunged and missed.

The marauder I rout!

He echoed back

two-syllables

and flapped his mighty wings:

A little closer Sir Gallinaceous,

and your pretty neck I'd 'ring!'

But alas and alack,

She recoiled the slack,

And brought me to her side.

She picked me up,

Her "Nolliness"

like a damsel in distress!

I do not know where

the usurper went

or if he knows his crime:

You venture once upon my patch,

I lets the offense slide.

Twice, you amble in my nip,

Grouse!

You're mine!