A Lonely Grasshopper

What did you think

as you starred at me,

withstood my daring 

move to edge ever closer?

I was sure you would

jump, startle my focused 

composure, watch 

as I tumbled

over innocent daisies

and disturbed the bees,

who had been so kind

not to sting, 

but you posed,

sat and looked 

right at me,

and I felt so blessed

to have such a fine

moment, but I was

hoping for a song,

a fiddled melody

like the ones your

kind plays on late

summer evenings

under the slip

of a mellow moon,

but I guess you refuse

such revelry on

sultry afternoons

when we both

have more work to do —

you have tender leaves 

to chew, and I have digits

and data to peruse.

—C.L. Fisher, August 2021

Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.

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