Elkhorn Fern

I’m beginning to feel a little 
fenced in by the fern.
Massive and shaggy, the size of a small bison,
or a Volkswagon bug,
sadly cut down along with my live oak,
now ensconced next to my sliding door
still alive thanks to the watering system.

It grows bigger every day.

I fear it’s morphing into Audrey II
and will soon block my view
and grow with seeking vines
right into my house.
It’s sucking up al the oxygen
and sending out tentacles
for something else to eat.

I shiver when our eyes meet.
I’ve started using another door.