Lawn Wars

Wednesday waits.  Hit and run rain spatters fuel for overgrown grass.  Clouds form and airlift liquid supplies to green-uniformed seed stalks.  Blades bulk up.  A battle is coming. 

In a few short days, dual spinning blades will break the silence, bringing down death from above.  Stripes of enemy territory will be reclaimed... one at a time.  A few hours later, victory will be secured.

The victory will be short-lived, though.  So much so, and so hot and long the battle, that the victory seems Pyrrhic. Days later, it will be fought again, over the same territory.