A little grasshopper
On a bench in a park
And carefully balanced
“I bet you’re up to no good”,
One eye on a sandwich
One eye focused on the critter
“I’d join you but I’ve a meeting”
“I’m not just any ol’ grasshopper”
Didn’t think so
“They call me Troubadour Greenfickle”
I continued chewing
“I won’t sing you a song”
A pause, I sipped some beverage
“Perspective is everything isn’t it?”
Should I be worried?
Is it looking at me and talking?
Perhaps just talking,
I focused on its alien eye,
Looked an exasperated sigh,
What a guy!
Would you like me to bake you a pie?
“It’s no more alien than your tie”
I bet you’d like to try
“Or your face, please don’t cry”
Are you shy?
“That’s right, remember what I said?”
Somewhere in my head
“Yeah, well that’s apt”
“Lemme show you somethin’ real quick”
An otherworldly scream
Was it my throat?
Exoskeleton and limber
Eyes steely stare
Eyes stuck open,
“Thought you’d like some perspective”
A crowd had gathered in the park
Concerned yet fascinated
Legs shoot into ground
Asphalt shards and soil flying
Fascination into terror
Disorientation and dread peak
Beyond threshold pain
Sense of self lost
An observer from within
Is this death or…?
New joints cracking into formation
The new crunch-eating the old
Head leaned back, eyes now alien
“Like I said, they’re not so bad”
A long monstrous wailing scream echoes
Arms shoot forward
Impaling closest of the audience
“Careful with those, they’re all legs now”
Sirens all around
A purring percussion from above
The audience gingerly approaches
Spectators or predators?
Loud bangs and thuds
Breaking through the new edifice
Awareness floating away
Whatever will they think…