Catching Crickets

A cricket, green and lithe, leapt from my hands.
Bright, clever, spry, I watched him gladly play.
He looked back only once and caught my eye.
He winked, turned 'round, continued on his way.

The cricket looked so friendly, free and simple.
I followed him across the open green.
But soon, sun set, and slowly all grew dim.
Just visible was his illusive sheen.

No longer could I see his spritely dances.
Just faintly I could hear his charming voice.
Perhaps he wondered whether I drew nigh.
I pursued, resolute - I had no choice.

Upset that I was no closer to Cricket,
I raced more fervently, I felt half blind.
I tripped and fell, and knew that to be sure
all was now lost, I was too far behind.

While on the ground, I saw another cricket.
Just like the first, exquisite in disguise.
I looked up on the stars and my heart burst.
I let both go and gently closed my eyes.

kvogel 11.07