Cricket's Heartbeat

These nights are taunting.

I step out into the open air.

The sweetest air full of wonder.

Chirp crickets, chirp!

Sing for your lives.

Because when the frost arrives, your heartbeats will no longer be there.

Earlier, while I was holding a puppy, my friend gasped.

"Ew, Kathryn there's a cricket crawling towards you!"

"IT'S GOING TO CRAWL ON YOU!"  

She brushed it away with her hand and the little bug fell to the ground.

I wouldn't of minded if it crawled on me.

For I have a cricket's heartbeat.

A Cricket sings for a mate at the end of summer.

When you hear the chirping it means there are only 60 days until the first frost.

Crickets die when the frost and cold arrive and the eggs that the females lay will be the only to survive.

If anyone knows me, when the cold makes an appearance, I die too.

I'm trying my best to feel the grass in-between my toes.

To soak in the heat one last time.

Even though the sun can beat hard, I'll take it with love.

There are only so many times.

Only so many times that my bare feet can drink up the cool cement at night.

 

I have to savor this all.  

Breathe it in and beg.

Beg the clock and the sun to slow down.

But either way I'll have to accept it.

Numbness is on it's way.

Chirp Crickets, Chirp! Sing your end of summer song.

We have the same heartbeat.

The cold days are long but the sun will never be gone.

Reviews

[ANM]

The summer su warms us all without it there is no you there is no me and there is no them....

Lovely story very well put together!