The Cricket Poem by Tanja Bulovic
The Cricket
Last night I saw a cricket
Trapped in a dirty sink
Heavy with water, weary with fear
No song in tired wings
'Let him die', someone said
'You cannot change his Fate'
As the cricket jumped
As the cricket crawled
As the cricket acted dead
I took him out
With a big, big spoon
And left him out to dry
He will sing tonight
For those who know
That Fate is weaker than Love
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9/23/2024 12:35:45 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Jumping and chirping O cricket Are you really dead! Fate is weaker than love. true.