The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

My Grass and Mole Cricket

My Grass and Mole Cricket

My grass is being killed by mole cricket,
Even beneath my fence that is a picket;
Grass is dying;
We are crying;
Do wish there is way that we can lick it.

Jim Horn
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Theraven Avatar
July 27, 2019 at 4:55 PM
James, Your lawn is on the menu or didn't ya know? Three chirps for the cricket, One more for the mole! -Richard
Horn Avatar
July 28, 2019 at 5:59 AM
They seem to be following each other in my next door neighbor's yard who just left and moved back to Virginia.
Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace