A Lonely Cricket

The stars which light the sky at night

may seem like butterflies in flight

but they are engulfed by dark

and i hear a coyote bark.

When his barking becomes a howl

i hear the screeching of an owl.

In this cacophony of sound

all kinds of creatures are around.

Who has said “Silence of the night

has been disturbed by the moonlight?”

It’s the moon at which they’re baying;

and who knows what they are saying?

After their lost loves are found,

a cricket is the only sound.

Walt Abbott–11-25-2009