Tuesday, September 23, 2008

The song of a cricket (woke me up at 6 AM) Grr...

Oh weary one... lay your head down,
down on your pillow and close your eyes.
I will now sing, with all of my breath,
chirp and twitter and quick-- escape death.
No one can find me in the still of the night,
the darkness hides me
from weary hands and eyes.
Try, try...try to find me!
I bet you never will.
I am an insect with excellent and annoying skill.
I can hop, hop away,
growing silent while you rave.
'tis only when you return to slumber,
will I repeat my winning number.
P.s. Go get some earplugs.

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