Crickets

I like to listen to the crickets call as it breaks the silence of the night
But the calls are loud and piercing below the white moonlight

I came to the woods for the peace and the silence
You crickets invade the space with your audio violence

Who are you calling? A friend...and enemy or a mate?
Hurry now with your communication because it is getting late

Listen to me now crickets and finish your conversation
For I have bug spray in my hand and I am getting impatient