Grasshoppers In The Memory Poem by Alice Wu

A grasshopper was perched still
On the tip of the green bristle grass,
Like morning dew.
As if the summer would never pass.

Approaching with my eyes focusing,
In my little hands I traps,
The emerald green thing,
As if time would never lapse.

Two legs off my new pet I plucked,
Put it among insects in my toy box.
And watched them fight.
Some died.
Some survived,
And then died,
Along with the summertime.