Blue cricket hunters.
Painful chirps fighting for life.
Stinging them to end.
Teacher, traveler, fur baby mom, reader, and writer. I enjoy writing historical fiction stories, fiction, poetry, true crime, and nonfiction.
Very well written. Keep up the good work!
Hi Elsa. Love your poem.
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Hi Elsa. Love your poem.