Among the tangled, twisting thicket,
crickets chirp in quick succession.
Discretion gone, for mates they look,
hooking her makes males chirp.
Flirting, rubbing their two wings,
singing songs that become a scream.
Extreme measures, some are taken,
awakening some who wish to sleep.
Weeping, cursing, all that racket,
boskets overrun by crickets.
Tried a new form today…the link or chain poem. The ending word is rhymed in the first word of the next line. Submitting this for Open Link Night where Anthony Desmond is our host over at dVerse Poets: http://dversepoets.com/2014/01/28/openlinknight-week-130/