My golden glasses rim
He looked me in the eye
And I looked back at him
His eyes were big and round
One eyelid blinked a wink
I gazed at him and asked
"What is it that you think?"
He bobbed his head, stroked his wings
Playing a solemn tune
Then he answered wisely
Beneath the silver moon
"My life it may be short
Yet I work day and night
My melodies I play
With great purpose and delight
For those in wood and town
The two-legged creatures great
Reminding them that if I cease
They'll know it is too late."
He hopped right off my glasses
And sauntered to the trees
At night now when I hear him
I bow upon my knees
September 15, 2oo7
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My friend Brian designed an awesome art piece based on this poem.
Then his mom-in-law quilted it.
"The Cricket Knot"
