In spring the yard comes alive again with the sounds of birds and insects—So much to hear that I cannot see.
By August, grasshoppers and crickets abound. I step outside to a pleasant churring in the morning and at night, I notice a contrapuntal chorus: rolling trills accented by the tweet tweet tweet of field crickets. Sounds waft through my open bedroom window—messages from an overlapping world.
sleek crickets of fall
hiding under a ground tarp
choristers of night
For dVerse Poets Pub: “The sounds of Koorogi, Cricket dVerse Haibun Monday”
P.S. There is much mystery in the sounds I hear. While writing this haibun I learned that there are many kinds of crickets—most are nocturnal but some chirp day and night. I discovered some crickets under my ground tarp covering bags of mulch—I am assuming they are field crickets (the nocturnal ones according to my Garden Bugs of Ontario book).