our tenant is a cricket
by golly is he wicked
at seven pm he starts
searching for new hearts
I know it’s a he
cuz’ that’s a male’s life to be

I know where he sits
my wife gets the fits
but listening to his songs
he knows where he belongs
his rhythm is for keeps
with steady twitter beeps

his voice seems to trail
not far from scary wail
slowly disappearing
winter is appearing

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