I Met A Grasshopper

Today I met a grasshopper

and trying to be southern proper

I tried to say hello

but he jumped away you know.

Then a fly suddenly came by

and so enthralled was I

 he flew in reverse

as I tried to converse.

I began to hum a song

then a bee buzzed along

he landed on a flower

as if it were a tower.

Then I lay down in the clover

booty up, rolled over

a soft mattress, nay a bed

but I continued to gaze ahead.

There were gnats in a ball

many dozens, if I recall

flying in synchronous motion

with team-like devotion.

And under the grass a world

I watched as it unfurled

the ants marching in time

to their own beating rhyme.

Then the grasshopper came back

and no decorum I lacked

in my best southern tone

"Little Grasshopper, Welcome Home."

In honor of Earth Day, sending gentle fascination your way.