The Brave Little Cricket

There's one little cricket
Who ushers in the Spring-
A single, chirping chorister
Ne'er stopped by anything!

He blends with other crickets
As the summer days go by,
Then allows cicadas
To join him where he hides.

A serenading suitor,
In his natural way;
His song is entertaining
'Til night turns into day.

The very last to linger,
This maestro tried and true-
Fades into late Autumn,
Then bids the world adieu!

~penned by lynn foust

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