A rather forceful landing

Entangled within the weave

Frantic thrashing to and fro

Not quite finding the right way to go

I nudged

Screak, screak, little legs rasping
communicatin g, noisy, everlasting
In the walls and under doors
these hideous creatures,

Small green crickets here they are
Jumping from pond to pond
No home, and barely any hope
They sit and wonder all day long
They

Listen to the crickets sing their song,

all night long, all night long.

The sun goes down and darkness falls,

listen to