Why crickets, why? (old poem) Sitting on a Saturday afternoon Listening to the Crickets They make such a fuss lately Hiding in the bush and thickets Constantly chirping, all of them From day to night repeating Do they not know that People may be sleeping Some find the sound soothing They become tired Drifting away to the music The Crickets have transpired You can love them or hate them Either way, they're nature Serving a purpose for earth Let's have peace with our neighbour ©Schizology Why crickets, why? #crickets #why #poem✍🧡🧡💛
