My sights fixed
On the old window seal
That ghostly hovers high
From entangled grapevine
Mr. Cricket plays his harmonies tune
Lazily hopping around my room
Keeping busily out of sight
Calling his love in the blue moon light
Shadows fold into the light
A front door creaks out of sight
This old house has no more fight
It’s become part of nature’s plight
The vine and oak standing still
Whistling tunes from the hill
Will she come to his song?
Or has she been hiding here all along
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