Musica Insecta
Text Box: Tonight I heard them waking crickets chirp slowly - the end of winter The clear night air rings like a bell. Crickets, tree frogs, you so far away. Early June morning raspy cicadas scour away the bird song Hot August evening waves of sound rising, falling cry of cicadas. God thinks of crickets-- All other thoughts in God’s mind hear crickets singing

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