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A lone brown cricket

Sawing out a gruff love song

Upon a rusty pair of strings

A dream without wrong

In the dark of prairie grasses

The fiddler crouched, soft stroke against him rings

A lover he seeks out

To bear his cricket affections

For so much into the song he brings

Sweet tender words

Uttered endless into ages of space

Melodic echoes of the stars he sings

Amidst the thicket

Unnoticed by the sullen moon

The shadow player strikes, worthy of kings

Such passion born

Concentration chiseled on the face

No note in vain into the darkness flings

A lone brown cricket

Faithfully enduring for so long

Folds away his fragile, tattered wings.

© Hannah Yanega 2007