Under my bed a cricket calls
Come-quick Come-quick Commm-quick !
It calls and calls and calls …
Till finally it ceases.
In the darkness the silence is immense
More immense than the wine-dark seas.
And the empty night seems endless
More endless than all the wars and tears.
Waiting. Waiting for you.
But you do not come.
23 October 2007
R. Neal Peterson
Revised 2009.1216
Revised 2025.0919