Excerpt from SOUNDS AROUND US: Poems to Tickle Kids Ears by Phyllis J. Perry
Backyard Crickets
All dressed in very formal black The crickets chirp tonight. Staccato fiddlers draw their bows And scrape with all their might.
When someone steps a bit too near, The summer air grows still, And no one in the orchestra Dares make the slightest trill.
There in the softness of the night As silence stretches long One soloist begins again A shrill and strident song.
Then one by one the others join The tempo is so quick! The music in my backyard swells Crickity-crickity-crick.
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