Gramps had eyes that could see
two ants mating in a peony. He could see
long lost cities
beneath the bark of a dead tree,
a tick landing on a rhino’s back.
Why heck, he even found a needle
in a haystack. Just yesterday,
as I watched him in the garden,
I saw him start to shake.
His eyes looked wider than a china plate.
He cupped his hands and yelled aloud,
“Billy! Ever seen a cricket
conduct a floral symphony?
C’mon,” he whispered;
"Let's tune into Big Red.
Down we went on hands and knees.
I couldn't believe my eyes.
A cricket, dressed in tails,
as anyone could see,
was conducting a floral symphony.
And if you don’t believe me,
take another look.
c. Douglas Fireman
