Cricket

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

Tonight, black cricket,
if you sing your golden song,
you can have my room.

5 Comments

Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis, poems, Poetry

5 responses to “Cricket

  1. CREPUSCULE

    Silence and small sounds
    Nestle like peas in a pod
    Sharing is good – thanks

  2. glendadoodle

    Basho would rate this one

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