Soft crickets chirping
Crumpled dead leaves on the deck
Early signs of fall
Haiku – 8/3/2017
Soft crickets chirping
Crumpled dead leaves on the deck
Early signs of fall
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7 responses to “Haiku – 8/3/2017”
From someone who has a pair of leopard geckos, cricket noises to me mean a box has ‘sprung a leak’, and I’ll be hunting crickets before bed or I won’t sleep… ^^
Hunting crickets – sounds like a pain in the rear. You can never find those things.
They had a habit of hiding around the back of the frid
They like to get into those hard to reach places and just chirp their asses off. Drives me nuts.
Doh! (Attempt 2)
They had a habit of hiding behind the fridge and then getting as loud as they could when the lights went out. Lil buggers! ^^
Maybe The Little Fears could have a run at them sometime. Might see what they could do.
I wrote a story about crickets in the flat once. Was well happy with it, until I realized I had written a plot that had been done a thousand times before, and was roughly the cockroach short story in the film Cats Eye. Doh!