At night, this tiny fellow, settled in low foliage, merits his nickname -- Handsome Trig -- and sings and sings and sings a stuttering lullaby of love.
I never knew his name before today, but I am certainly glad to make his acquaintance.
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
The Red-headed Bush Cricket
explored the coffee shop table, nervously pacing the length, then zagging to the edge, all the while working his palps, scooping and sweeping nervously.
At night, this tiny fellow, settled in low foliage, merits his nickname -- Handsome Trig -- and sings and sings and sings a stuttering lullaby of love.
I never knew his name before today, but I am certainly glad to make his acquaintance.
At night, this tiny fellow, settled in low foliage, merits his nickname -- Handsome Trig -- and sings and sings and sings a stuttering lullaby of love.
I never knew his name before today, but I am certainly glad to make his acquaintance.
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