Firefly and cricket Have set up their wireless In the fields, and tireless They flash and click-click it. What are they saying? The long day is over; @3The dew's on the clover: It's time to stop playing@1. There's more. They are spelling Which way the wind's blowing, How fast things are growing, How good they are smelling. Oh! I wish I could utter Half that they're sending And receiving, blending Their spark and their sputter. Sometimes you feel creepy To think they are talking With things that go walking When people grow sleepy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLACK RIDERS: 56 by STEPHEN CRANE LESSER EPISTLES: TO A YOUNG LADY WITH SOME LAMPREYS by JOHN GAY SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 11. IN THE RESTAURANT by THOMAS HARDY SEVEN AGES OF MAN, FR. AS YOU LIKE IT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE TO A FLOWER by CORRINNE M. ARTHUR PSALM 56 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 84: THE SPARROW by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |