by Margo Fallis
A Melody of Love
Dong-Pos black hair, soft and
shiny, blew around his face as the wind howled about him. His hands were
covering his eyes to keep the dust out. He sat among the blades of tall
grass, curled up, waiting for the gust to pass. The leaves vibrated,
making a buzzing sound, like a million cicadas singing at the same time.
Dong-Po could smell the dirt in the air as it seeped into his nostrils.
A long time passed before the wind
stopped. Dong-Po removed his cupped hands and looked around. His clothes
were coated with a thin layer of light brown dust. He stood up and brushed
himself off. CHIRP! CHIRP! The sound came of a cricket came from close by.
CHIRP! CHIRP! He looked in the grass near his feet. There was the brown
cricket. It was the color of dark chocolate. CHIRP! CHIRP! The cricket
hopped away. Dong-Po chased it and caught it in his hands and held it
carefully. The crickets antenna tickled the palms of his hands as it
wriggled about, trying to escape.
Dong-Po headed for home. He was
feeling happy now that he had his very own pet cricket. His grandmother
had given him a cricket cage for his last birthday. It had thin golden
bars. He carefully moved the cricket into one hand and closed a fist over
it. Using his other hand to take the cage out of the wooden chest that sat
on the floor. He lifted the lid and picked the golden cage up. Setting it
on the small table next to his bed, Dong-Po slipped the cricket carefully
inside and shut the door.
He named the cricket Jing. Jing was
happy to be out of Dong-Pos tight hand. He hopped around his new, tiny,
golden cage. His long antenna stuck out through the bars. Dong-Po was glad
that Jing couldnt fit his body through them. He carried the closed cage
and put it down on top of his drawers, near the window. He knew it would
be hard for Jing to get used to his new cage. Perhaps if he was able to
look out the window would be easier. Jing would be able to see the bright
orange and white koi swimming in the fishpond and the tall green bamboo
growing in the back garden. In the spring, Jing would be able to watch the
cherry blossoms as they popped open on the trees.
He left Jing and went outside to
find some flies and other small insects that the cricket could eat. He
took a jar with a lid. When he picked up some stones, he found a few
crawly bugs and put them in the jar. He caught a few flies in his hand and
put them in with the others and felt lucky to catch two spiders.
That night, before he went to bed,
Dong-Po fed Jing some of the dead bugs. He put them into the cage along
with a tiny bowl of water. Sometimes Dong-Po wanted a drink in the middle
of that night; maybe Jing would too.
Dong-Po dressed in his pajamas,
turned his light off and climbed into bed. He opened the bedroom window a
few inches to let some fresh air in. He fluffed up his pillow and pulled
the blanket snuggly around him. No sooner had he closed his eyes than Jing
began to chirp. CHIRP! CHIRP! CHIRP! The noise was very loud. He put his
hands over his ears. CHIRP! CHIRP! CHIRP! Jing sang a goodnight song to
Dong-Po. Other crickets, which were hiding outside in the back garden,
started singing too. Soon there was a chorus of crickets. CHIRP! CHIRP!
CHIRP! CHIRP! CHIRP!
Dong-Po sat up in bed. How was he
going to sleep with all this chirping? He pulled his window shut, hoping
that would stop the noise, but it didnt. CHIRP! CHIRP! CHIRP! Jing kept
singing. Dong-Po lay down again and put the pillow over his head. All
night long Jing sang his beautiful nighttime melody.
When morning came, Dong-Po was very
tired. He hadnt slept at all. He picked Jings golden cage up and looked
at the cricket. It didnt look happy. Its antenna were hanging down, bent
and sagging and it hadnt eaten any of the insects. Dong-Po felt sad.
Maybe he shouldnt keep Jing in a cage. Maybe he should let him go, so
that he could sing outside with the other crickets.
He got dressed and took the cricket
outside, walked over to a leafy bush and put the cage down in the grass.
He opened the door and Jing hopped into the flowers. Dong-Po knew that
Jing would be happy. He carried the cage into the house and put it back
into his wooden trunk. All day long Dong-Po played with his friends and
laughed and was happy. He liked running around. He knew that Jing would be
happy hopping around.
That night, before Dong-Po lay down
in his bed, he opened the window. He put his head on the pillow and
thought about Jing. He wondered what the cricket was doing. Just then he
heard CHIRP! CHIRP! CHIRP! It was Jing. He stood on the window ledge
chirping. Hed come back to say thank you to Dong-Po for letting him go.
He stayed for for a while, singing his nighttime lullaby. The other
crickets in the back garden joined in. Dong-Po closed his eyes and drifted
peacefully to sleep.
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