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Cricket

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

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

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Love Song

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

When scientists discovered
the wings of a cricket
preserved in stone
from the Jurassic period,

they played its wings
and heard
an ancient love song
never heard
in our world before,
a new song.

This morning,
while driving home:
A colt had been flung
to the side of the road,
killed in the night
by a passing car,

its little body
nearly missed
because it was
so small—

small enough
to still be brought
to its mother’s belly,

its mother gone,
too.

a love song
unfinished.

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