There was a locust
when I went outside yesterday.
It saw me coming and hopped away,
landing near the recycling bin.
“G’day,” I said.
“G’day,” it replied.
“Are you all alone?”
“Yes.” it answered.
“I was expecting about
five hundred thousand billion
of you blokes.”
“No, there’s just me,”
“Where’s the rest of them?” I asked.
“Dunno.”
I paused for a moment,
reflecting on the situation.
“In that case,” I said, gesturing
towards my lush, green garden,
“You might as well go ahead, then.”
© 2010 Ken Rookes
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