Field Crickets

© Christopher Raine

www.RaineReflections.com

​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

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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

​RAINE REFLECTIONS

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