CRICKET SYMPHONY

He plays all night
working hard to get it right
one annoying note at a time.
 
Chirp, chirp, chirp
it does usurp
my serenity, thus this rhyme.
 
I hear his noise
not one of my joys,
without it I’d be fine.
 
I’d sleep all night
and wake up bright
and feeling quite sublime.
 
It’s in the house
that noisy louse,
I think that it’s a crime.
 
Beneath the stove?
In the alcove?
I’m about to lose my mind.
 
Another chirp emits,
but silence now. It’s quit!
Hooray for sleeping time.
 
Feeling cozy,
rather dozy,
serenity is mine!
 
But then, again,
I hear my friend
with its incessant whine.
 
He plays all night
working hard to get it right
one annoying note at a time.