Black Cricket
Black Cricket
Black cricket moves along the forest floor
Soundless with no legs
Lost them in a fight along the food chain
A predator, a mantis, is somewhat nourished
Cricket shies away from battles now
It edges forward almost like a turtle
Drinks a drop of water
Remembers the war is over
The water falls and rainless storms
Are buried in the jungle
Cricket moves to the edge of night
Its only home
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014
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