By Black Horse
Old grasshopper on the tip of the leaf
brownish yellow
The corner of my right eye
accidentally saw
greedy old grasshopper
His body swayed in the wind
His mouth just chewed
I wrote a poem
about a worried heart
witness greed
Old grasshoppers are never satisfied to chew
When he realized I saw
he stopped chewing
for the time being
His eyes look at me
his feet gripped the leaves
Four in front
two behind
sharp jaw
Radar pierces the sky
functions as a sensor
Old grasshopper looks angry at me
I don't know what is being thought
Suddenly the wind stopped spinning
the leaves stop rocking
Greedy grasshoppers stop chewing
Old grasshopper on the tip of the leaf
Calmly leave treasure
I write poetry with a heart that is worried that I don't know when this story will end
2019
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