A Grasshopper Alone

This week at Poetry Jam , the prompt is to write about being alone or lonely... You know very well, oh I'm not one to dwell, so I wrote something mellow about this young fellow. Baby grasshopper on my porch post A Grasshopper Alone A grasshopper cannot find true friends For he’s at the mercy of where his jump ends Just when he thinks he’s spotted a stop He finds that he’s taken too huge a hop Over that spot and just out of reach He calls out “hello” to every and each Grasshopper as he soars overhead And lands wherever his jumping has led No friends come to visit for their plight’s the same Jumping and hopping is their lonely game. It cannot be done with a partner in tow Their jumps seldom land where another one goes The chances of two of them landing together Is as rare as snow in summer’s warm weather But if ever two should land in one spot I’m sure they’d remember the manners they’re taught “Hello, how are you?” “I