An Ode to a Cricket

Each night before bed
As the sun sinks red
The chorus begins
From our insect friends
They sing through the night
Quite nicely till light --

But lately, I confess it's been rough

We've had a dissentor
A loud singing tenor
Who sits below our screen

Screaming his song
Out loud all night long,
And never stopping to breathe.

Next to the house
He's warm as a mouse,
And sings faster than all his friends.

His lack of concern
For tempo has earned
Both of our disrespect-

I can not sleep
For hearing his cheep
And that's why I'm not in bed.