. . .

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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