Ode to a Cricket

Out of the corner of my eye

I see you hopping by

At first a glimpse

Then I winced

Jackson had you in his fist

Holding him between my wrists

I had to pry you from his grip

Picking pieces of you from his lips

A second too late

 A cricket long gone

A child upset because of his mom

Jackson 9 almost 10 months old @ church.  2nd bug he's attempted to eat (or that I've caught him with)