The Last Cricket
Another look at Aesop’s fable
Walking at dusk along this road,
the air growing more chill
with every step into the darkness,
I realize how quiet the woods are,
how pale the roadside grasses,
how the dead leaves race and rattle.
Walking at dusk along this road,
the air growing more chill
with every step into the darkness,
I realize how quiet the woods are,
how pale the roadside grasses,
how the dead leaves race and rattle.
Creating and sharing emotions — Spark plugs to ignite your virtual humanity. Everyone deserves to be heard.