9.
C
R
I
C
K
E
T
S
“Since
Woodsman
cut
old
birch
down
life
hasn’t
felt
the
same”
“Yes ~
some~
thing
inside
has
died”
“Some~
thing
pristine”
“They
might
root
up
our
vegetables
next”
“Leaving
us
nothing ….”
Sun
sinks
while
farmers
wait
for
our
cricket
serenade
“Some
fiddle
up
there
by
elephant~
ear
leaves
or
down
here
among
dark
trees”
“Such
comforts
give
sleigh
bells
of
crickets
jingling
through
fields
tonight
Just
hear
the
melody”
“Hey
Dee,
what
‘ya
say …?”
“I
was
listening
to
your
sermon,
Dah,
~ the
promise
our
friends
could
stay
safe”
“How
about
assembling
our
church
choir?”
“Listen,
Dee ~
it’s
the
moment
of
transition
~
crickets
giving
way
~
cicadas
taking
over
day”
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