just after telling a friend

how the little black grasshoppers

here

are damaging,

(growing up to be giant multi-colored garden chopping devastators)

i find myself in her shoes

in my yard.

  Neither of us are very good at killing

well,

really anything…

although the hiring of hitmen

for certain insect species was within her grasp

(although the killer bore the title of husband).

.

so here i am

standing

surrounded,

as if they had been told of my cowardice –

was it my compassion?