[Poetry] The Call of Nocturnal Chirps

Oh, tiny cricket!
Leggy bug with built in tweeters
and sensory antennae
getting signals from space
how you do holla
how do you cheep
Outside my window
Louder than the sirens of 5-Oh
Louder than the belligerent drunks using the payphone
Underneath the lake out back
In the alley of grass
You cry to deaf heaven
You change rhythm with the temperature
You wake the dead and annoy the living
Treble twangs pierce single pane glass
Yet still you go on
wings of the male making a cacophony of nature

But ah, there is silence
A pause and respite
you go quiet in the
early hours
of the morning
on the way up time's gallows
an introspection
a second thought

Back again now, you are emboldened
to chatter the conversance
of insect cocktail parties

then silent again, but fleeting moments

a blast of courage
the whisper becomes oratory
shaddup

Oh, how I wish to visit you
in neighborly habitat
with a can of hairspray and a lighter
and burn your song to a cinder