By Mary Rohrer-Dann
The cricket on the hearth wore leopard-print slippers and a pearl-button coat. He chirped brightly for his lady love, whom we thought must be hiding nearby. He sang ever more extravagantly until she chirruped, revealing herself curled in the silver hollow of one of Auntie’s decorative spoons. She wore a gold-threaded chrysanthemum kimono. She hopped down and approached him. They touched antennae delicately. My sisters and I tiptoed away and prepared a wedding feast of lettuce and aphids picked from Auntie’s African violets. The moon rose. The lovers departed. We went to bed, dreaming that love, someday, might find us too.
very cool. mine wear just boxers and black nighties. your poem is definitely more sophisticated. thanks for writing and sharing
A charming tale.
I love this. Thank you ?
A lovely and funny story.
Delightful .
Very sweet and lovely. A nice idea and well-written.
Much appreciation to all reader responders!
Just charming! Sweet yet with a little passion thrown in!
Very nice!
Describing what the crickets are wearing makes this piece. Thank you.