Crickets.
When I’m up at Five. “good morning”
Till’ I’m down at nine. “good night”
I’m greeted by the ambience of life.
They scream out loud. ”Good evening”
They over crowed "the night"
They scream out loud “its good to be alive”
From the thriving songs of summer
“we’ll be here forever”
To the swan songs of winter.
“Good bye”
The raspy tones of lovers
Singing to each other
Made me think I’d never
Say good bye