Poemas Crickets and Bug

CRICKETS

Crickets Talk

 In the tall Grass All

Late summer Long.

When Summer Is gone,

The dry Grass

Whispers Alone.


Hey, bug, stay!

Hey, bug, stay!
Don't run away.
I know a game that we can play.

I'll hold my fingers very still
and you can climb a finger-hill.

No, no.
Don't go.

Here's a wall--a tower, too,
a tiny bug town, just for you.
I've a cookie. You have some.
Take this oatmeal cookie crumb.

Hey, bug, stay!
Hey, bug!
Hey!



 








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