their glossy green among the grenery...
munching up grass and reeds...
tips of blades gone... they still munched til the stalk that was jutting out from the earth...
slowly more joined in this fiesta, as it was no longer the time for siesta...
the wind swept the turfs off...
they spread their wings so fragile...
battered the weather, in a colony they flew...
like a cloak ...
across the sky they glide...
like an eclipse...
blinding the eyes of the sun...
a hurricane across the horizon...
the inertia gathered in them...
stiffen their wings, draining green from them...
brown debris coated them... look how they bleed... the colours blended...
no removal was possible...
they are no longer grasshoppers,
they are locusts!!!!
a disaster to the lush plains and plateaus...
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