I laid awake on a late summer night in August last week. The breeze through my window was refreshing and cool. Suddenly I heard a cricket. I hadn’t recalled hearing a cricket all summer and enjoyed its night time symphony. Here is a poem that I wrote the next morning inspired by this tiny musician.
Cricket song by Yvette R. Toko
google.com, pub-7912365725050886, DIRECT, f08c47fec0942fa0Screech, screech, screech
nocturnal being
announcing its song to the neighborhood
and other night critters
screech, screech, screech
I’m here, yeah, over here
come closer
I’ll play the silent game with you now…
Ha! Gotcha, I’m still here
screech, screech, screech