Each To Its Own

Grasshoppers on the maple tree, sitting and singing all day long, tee tee, trit a tee, trit a tee, is always their favourite song! half the plant leaves have been digested, like fire has swept entire lea, no grains left, crops devastated, as they eat and sing trit a tee! when solitary, are no threat, it is when they multiply free, they change to locusts when upset, then you hear them sing trit a tee!! a swarm of locusts is like storm, noisy green cloud is all you see, unceasing numbers cause alarm, they deafen you with trit a tee! from Moses, from biblical times, this God sent curse made history, civilisations heard their chimes, tee tee, trit a tee, trit a tee!! life is about ‘ live and let live’, each insect as precious as bee, so share the world and learn to give, let them sing their trit a tee, tee! Written 15/01/2022 Insect poetry contest Angela Tune sponsored 8 syllables each line, quatrain with abab rhyme sequence