Escapee

Escapee

The cricket taunted me from the corner of the living room.
I couldn't tell if he was under the couch or under the chair.
He stopped his singing whenever I got close.
I knew he was there...I just wasn't sure where.

I went to the kitchen to get a broom,
and from the bathroom, I brought a paper Dixie cup.
Then I swept the broom under the couch,
chasing him out so I could scoop him up.

I hereby give formal notice
to all crickets who come to live here,
that if you escape from the cricket box,
you are considered to be a volunteer.

That's right, you're next up as lizard food.
Thanks for bravely stepping to the front of the line.
Snapped up by the lizard's jaw with a defining CRUNCH,
YOU are the next lizard lunch,
when it's time to dine.








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