Insidious towers that line the edges of the woods
Pointed tips grow tall 
Inches measured in seconds.
Soldiers seeking to gain more territory.
They snuck across the edge as rains
Created a moss carpeted lawn.
I caught the horsetails peeking out.
I had no choice but to
mow them down.

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