I look out of the window and see it,
See it standing there, innocent and still,
But I know it is dangerous.
My Nemesis and I have battled,
Battled over many years.
I normally triumph
But have never been left unscarred.
Today is the day,
The day when battle recommences,
The first time this year.
I clad myself in armour,
That armour covers all of me.
So weapon in hand I approach it,
I take a gentle swipe with my weapon,
My weapon of choice.
There is no reaction,
So another cut goes into my Nemesis,
And once more no reaction,
So bolder I go and swipe deeper,
Deeper through it,
Until at last I have won.
My Nemesis is defeated once more,
And I being left without a scar,
Makes the victory so much sweeter.
As I walk away it is watching me,
It will always watch me.
But now I have won
It will be planning its revenge,
Knowing full well that another day will come
And we will battle again.
I am under no illusions
It is planning its revenge,
That revenge will take its toll,
Take its toll on me,
When I fight my Nemesis,
And prune the Pyrocantha once more.