Don’t get your eyelash caught in something

I see you scootin’ across the threshold

You saw me pulling out my phone

You saw me wanting

To snap that picture of you

Your eyes got bigger as I zoomed in

Your right eyelash was wiry thin

Your green coat looked better than a pro golfer’s

Later I found you inside when I hadn’t offered

A lot of women would scream

But I was bedazzled by your coat of green

And that eyelash pointing to and fro

You were cute but outside you had to go

I reached for a mason jar and you climbed onto its lip

Outside you dipped

You sprang high through the blades of grass

They weren’t taller than your eyelash

Later I was getting my haircut at the salon

The stylist said the tree outside was all the rave

Its leaves were all kinds of autumn shades

Not much verdant outside in late November

But that little creature I remembered

I looked over and he was on a woman’s shoulder as she was reclined in the chair

He hid his long eyelash underneath her hair

Hoping to get some action from the scissors

That moment was better than any picture

No line drawn

I said nothing

Just watched a grasshopper getting his lashes done at the salon