Conversation of Tsvirkun

Conversation of Tsvirkun

A cricket spreads gossip,

sitting on the grass

a street brat doesn't keep secrets,

on weekdays, and on hot weekends.

A cricket plays in the dew,

twists a straw

hides in the green

the news flies to us.

Did he tell the world a story,

How difficult was his life in the grass?

prayers to the Sun, Moon, and Earth,

people do not appreciate his daily labors.

Author: Vyacheslav Konoval

Photo: Andrew Seaman on Unsplash