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?