Just as I was feeling desolate
a cricket jumped out from a crack
and made "it" run away
it faded for at least a day
how did this small refugee
end up in my tiny room
and chase away the doom
with intense but gloomy sounds
he shook his wings
and moved those things
called legs
in fact he pulled a leg
for me! M
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