I heard the cricket
in the thicket,
at the dusk of day.
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It was
chirping,
chirping,
chirping,
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as I heard it
chirp away.
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I liked that sound
with its resound
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that seemed
to increase
from the ground.
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Yet the cricket
was not found.
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The cricket patterned
with another cricket
then another.
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There was
a cricket chorus
chirping like no other.
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The sun went down.
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The sky went dark.
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I could hear
all of the chirping
from the crickets with spark.
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What are they chirping?
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What is it,
they say?
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Why do crickets
chirp at night,
more than
in the day?
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I have many questions
that I’d like to know.
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Yet I cannot catch
the crickets,
for off they run and go.
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I can study
about crickets
and
learn from their ways.
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I hope I hear
them chirping,
at the dusk
of my play days.
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