The Night Crickets

The Night Crickets The cacophony of night crickets Chirp not only at night, but all day too. Everywhere I wander, I am serenaded By these tiny creatures in nature’s zoo. The pair of white doves Watch me as I come out the door, Always in sight as I look up from my book. Pecking for seeds around my outdoor floor. Heard a noise on my skylight at dusk one night, Looked up to see the two doves eyeing me As they strut back and forth on the glass. Strange how they hover around me so peacefully. I was reamed out by an agitated hungry squirrel, As I came down my root bound hilly trail. Brown eyes looked into mine, cheeks puffed out, Inched down the fir’s rough bark, bushy tailed. Chattering loudly, it scurried ‘round the trunk. I gently spoke, stood still as could be. It hunched down eating the cone like a corn cob, After blasting me again as it scampered off the tree. And all the while the chirping of the night crickets Never cease their sweet serenade, night and day. Always in the background wherever my feet lead, While mother nature’s creatures entertain with their play.