The crickets sing in harmony
As Fall begins its reign
A wistful tune in a somber key
An ode to sunlight slain,
A heartfelt hind-leg homily
That prudent creatures heed
For soon the barren time will be
Upon us causing need,
They sing together heartily
A roundabout refrain
Beneath the old crabapple tree
Where I now entertain
Thoughts of living happily
Before my days recede
And crickets croon a dirge for me
My spirit finally freed.
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