Grasshopper

The edge of the sky met land

Wind whipped and grayed by clouds in the blue spring morning

My company all flanked the way from end to end

Their eyes focused and purposefully searching

And I sat back, anxiously unaware of our missions purpose

"I've got one!" The elder cries

Hands cradling and cupping shut

"Let me see!" Demands the boss

Or shall I say, MY boss

The others return their steadfast attention

My heart beated loudly in my ear

I crouched and waited

Unaware of my desperate need of lenses

The green crabgrass mocked me

Dancing the "nanny-nanny-boo-boo" dance

Green on green, I squinted

Watching leaping legs of girl and bug

I took my chances to show effort

Diving palm first into the lawn

Only after the impact was I able to see them jump

The wheels of my mind turned

If I could only scare them out

Then I could catch the creature

My hypothesis was put to the test

I really didn't like bugs

I don't like bugs

I saw it bound out of hiding

I shuddered

No thanks

The boss was looking

I feined my subsequent attempts

More calls of triumph rang out

The clouds covered the sun

I kicked at the dirt and sighed

"Where do you think you are going?"

The boss sounded displeased

"I don't want to touch the bugs." I huffed

"They aren't bugs, they're grasshoppers."

"Nuh-uh." I scoffed and turned

My sisters crossed their arm

The eldest and the boss

Then the other girls called triumph

The others had caught more grasshoppers

And I went home early to be alone