Gracehoper

Gracehoper by Jake LiBassi

Gabriel and I were exploring,
on our own.
Just us and mother nature.
Mother nature had graced our presence
in the form of a grasshopper.
Gabriel was intrigued,
because he had never seen anything of the sort.
His anxiety caused him to attack,
in a friendly manner.
The harmless grasshopper laid crushed
in the infant hands of young Gabriel.
He meant no harm,
he was a gentle giant to now deceased grasshopper.
Gabriel understood what had happened,
and brought mother nature to his chest,
in sorrow.

Gracehoper by Peter Waldor

Gabriel and I collecting

nut shells of beech nuts

when a poor young

grasshopper crossed

our path, Gabriel

tried to touch it

but his baby fingers

were too much

for the beast

and it expired,

its antennae and red eyes

went slack

and the green

sheen turned dull.

Gabriel brought the corpse

to his chest and whispered.