Crickets Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Crickets

I went to Donwood and
-talked with her with smile:
- "Will come back…I forgot…"

Successful I was in causing shock!
-and the next: "…to bring my tent to…"
-wide open was her mouth!
-I went on: "…camp here and
-listen to sound of crickets…"

She smiled and took it as a joke
-while I wished could do so.

Tonight's world
-after the storm, rain
-is very special
-sing their songs crickets,
-and unseen, they are invisible!

This takes me
-back to childhood-village!