My eyes were riveted
On the refulgent screen
With letters morphing into words
As fingers tapped the keys.
Suddenly,
Out of the corner of my eye
An emerald gleam
Distracted me.
A creature of some kind
Was perched
On the dark oak desk,
Abdomen and thorax
Glowing brilliant green.
Behind two jointed stick-like legs
Bent sharply at right angles
In front two delicate antennas
Sweeping left and right.
An eye partly hidden
By a sort of carapace
Undoubtedly a long-horned cricket.
It sat stock-still
As silently
I framed my questions.
Where did you come from?
What are you doing here?
How did you get here?
And why?
Every so slowly
It clambered up
To the cover of my superannuated Webster’s
Perhaps also wondering why.
Before I had a chance to ask
It jumped
And disappeared.
Erika Bizzarri 
A perfect scene, perfectly encapsulated
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Sweet Erika! j
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I have always loved this watercolor—petite but so full of spirit and just the right amount of detail.
I really like the changes you made from the written version. Three cheers for the shift to the present tense!
You and this creature shared a privileged moment. And now your reader gets to participate, as well. So, in fatti, your emerald guest has not disappeared at all!
Envoyé de mon Di-Phone
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