Sometimes Nature Wins

An Octelle (described following the poem) about losing the weed battle.

I swear I saw those pesky weeds
aiming where they scattered their seeds.
Filling in where there were none.
Missing no spot - not a one.
Scattering their realm en masse.
Leaving not a blade of grass.
I swear I saw those pesky weeds
aiming where they scattered their seeds.


Octelle:
> 8 lines
> Syllable count: 8, 8, 7, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8
> Rhyme scheme: aa - bb - cc - aa
> 1st 2 lines and last 2 lines are identical