The crickets and I,
Are very good friends,
Because we are loudest at night.

Under the moon,
Accompanied by stars,
When no one else is in sight.

The day is full of sounds,
Car horns,
Conversations,
Snapping gum,
Footsteps with destinations.

But the night is different,
Biting fingernails,
Restless mind,
Silent tears,
Memories unkind.

This is why the crickets and I get along so fine.

We wait for the noise to fade and decline.

We go through the day,
And the car horns blair,
The conversations vary,
The gum pops,
The footsteps carry.

We wait quietly.

Until the moon comes out,
The doors close,
The lamps switch off,
The cars sit in rows.

When it is finally dark,
The crickets restlessly chirp,
And I tirelessly write.
We really are good friends,
Eternally up at night.