The Bard Of Minikin
Friday, October 18, 2019
Mid-Day Cricket
Do you dare attract a mate, O mid-day cricket,
Calling all alone from your light-dappled thicket?
Chirp, chirp, chirping ‘neath a hazy, August sun;
You’ll find more competition when this long day is done.
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