...moss paranoia

Dennis looked & looked & looked, but despite his claims he never did find any evidence of the Weeds potential to kill off the moss. Only the odd lichen scrapper which at best could only damage a rock.
Eventually he went back to his feild feeling silly & still none the wiser as to what game the Weeds were playing.

...grass roots cynicism.

Oh, poor Dennis was such a one dimmensional & opaque fellow.
He should have stayed his side of the Bush with the other sheep.

...insurgent field oprative.

Dennis now had a little food for thought.
Poppies ! . The weeds appeared to be bringing the reds into the equation.
The field had suddenly became a far more complicated place.

...Troublesome weeds & super flower power.

In the back of his mind , Dennis always thought the daisies were plotting against him.
They seemed to pop up every where. Tripping up his every move.
This underground movement seemed to be growing underfoot.

Dennis felt a sudden shift in positions of power.
A possible 'New weed order'.
The seeds had been sewn.

...Raminstrations

So it's been a slow day
Iv'e got nothing in particular to demonstrate about.
Just letting the grass grow under my feet.