. . .
The still of night shadows o’er me
Putting weary thoughts to rest.
Time it is for quiet, peaceful hours in our humble nest.
Z-Zing . . .
Out of somewhere comes a-singing;
A constant, high-pitched sound a-ringing.
A nasty, little cricket hides deep within my house.
Zing-Zing-Zing . . .
Blessed sleep eludes me;
My annoyance is aroused.
Cricket still is singing from somewhere in my house.
Zing . . .
The cricket took a breather.
Ahh…restful quiet still may come.
I hope he forgot the lyrics of his summer nighttime song.
Z-Zing-Zing-Zing-Zing . . .
On a desperate mission,
I leave my slumb’ring spouse
Creeping and a-looking for that singing, lonesome louse.
Zing-Zing-Zing . . .
Hiding in my basement,
That six-legged teaser wins
Sitting there triumphantly underneath my freezer.
Zing-Zing . . .
I give up the battle.
I pillow my head; cricket stops!
Ha-ha, hurray, quiet!!… And then…the rooster crows.
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