Where Do Crickets Go

As winter approaches, their songs die out Their gentle chirping I can’t live without Field mice make their way inside Lizards under my couch hide So what’s with the crickets; have they no clout? Green crickets in Florida grow quite large Perhaps in cold times they cruise on a barge Carnival Cruise Line reject Like Dangerfield, no respect Not even an honorable discharge Do they erect shelters ‘neath a snow mound? Their disappearance surely does confound Like snowbirds, do they leap south Hearing winter’s roaring mouth? Could they be in a Mexican camp ground? The wasps and bees, well, they disappear too But I give no thought to the stinging crew As surely as the sun shines I miss crickets’ scratching lines But in spring their songs will return on cue