by Ethel Mortenson Davis
Tonight, black cricket,
if you sing your golden song,
you can have my room.
Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis, poems, Poetry
Tagged as cricket, Davis, Ethel Mortenson Davis, gift, golden song, haiku, nature, room
Silence and small sounds
Nestle like peas in a pod
Sharing is good – thanks
Clever! Love Ethel
Basho would rate this one
He is a great poet! Ethel
Ethel, this is delightful!
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