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
