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
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