RAINE REFLECTIONS
Field Crickets
Ah, the señorita listens
the song takes her
by the hands
bending backward-knees
whispering seductions
until she succumbs
to the longing call
of one lover over many
Tempting silhouette,
she throws her slender being
toward the heavens,
risking ravenous jaws
and terrible leather wings
that scream in the night,
for the sake of a single male
calling out to anyone
© Christopher Raine
www.RaineReflections.com
I hear crickets chirp
from freshly
harvested cornfields,
laughing at diurnal crows
wary of straw limbs
and painted faces,
beneath the baptismal light
of a harvest moon
Oblivious
of their savoury
malt-molasses crunch
they dart in anarchy
abandoning sanctuaries
of pencil burrows
and canopies of
earthy curled debris
Bulbous eyes click
from anvil heads
before the rhapsody
of cellophane-semaphore wings
that flutter like eyelashes
brushing the güiro
keeping time
to evening stars