by Paul Ingrassia
Grasshopper
lies hidden,
then suddenly takes flight;
In a field of green:
such a little thing -
I step lightly,
gazing at the sky,
tiny silhouettes circling,
hawks among the clouds.
Alabama Sunshine
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I think this is a lovely and thoughtful poem.