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The first time I heard them I swear, I was to listening to the most beautiful choir in four-part harmony, swaying or angles wings rubbing, & perfectly, playing a common file instrument angled, such a unique sound symphonic & splendorous they are all around this free concert an offering of Mother Nature chiming at once uncaged, & calling on the ladies in perfect unison   sounding like church telling one another of sunlit hours say the flowers fending off evil spirits allowing me to travel into the dark again leaping over obstacles, alerting me to danger, still in their silence   I am protected by this harbinger of luck a most powerful portent, of coming things they sit silently in the quiet, like a copper cricket weathervane, as the poor man's thermometer spinning tales effortlessly, in the wind calmly   watching over us a shivering in the night save you, are mine my Native American totem or God's Cricket Chorus foretelling of Sorrow of coming rains tomorrow ex-lovers and death a shrill creaking stridulating in song Oh, I fear that day, your music should go away please dear uncaged cricket choir   I truly ....    hope you'll stay. Cherie Nolan© 2016
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Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 1:32 PM UTC
"The Uncaged Cricket Sings"
The first time I heard them I swear, I was to listening to the most beautiful choir in four-part harmony, swaying or angles wings rubbing, & perfectly, playing a common file instrument angled, such a unique sound symphonic & splendorous they are all around this free concert an offering of Mother Nature chiming at once uncaged, & calling on the ladies in perfect unison   sounding like church telling one another of sunlit hours say the flowers fending off evil spirits allowing me to travel into the dark again leaping over obstacles, alerting me to danger, still in their silence   I am protected by this harbinger of luck a most powerful portent, of coming things they sit silently in the quiet, like a copper cricket weathervane, as the poor man's thermometer spinning tales effortlessly, in the wind calmly   watching over us a shivering in the night save you, are mine my Native American totem or God's Cricket Chorus foretelling of Sorrow of coming rains tomorrow ex-lovers and death a shrill creaking stridulating in song Oh, I fear that day, your music should go away please dear uncaged cricket choir   I truly ....    hope you'll stay. Cherie Nolan© 2016
Wow,idk inspired maybe? Thoughts on my Native American beliefs and other studies, an inspiration of Fall, perhaps a little worried about what they bring, even in the house this year. I found picture of a caged cricket, see my pic. ❤
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Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 1:32 PM UTC
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