My Cricket Dream

In this dream I am a shepherd, a guardian. Across the city, some city somewhere, we traverse one small grass blade or concrete crack at a time. Me, and a cricket. I feel close love, a familiarity. It is either not an option, or just not okay, to pick up my bug and whiz him (he is a him) to the outskirts of town, where he will continue without me and I will have to let him go.