Little Mike Poem by Donald R Wolff JR

My best friend is a cricket
I named him, Little Mike
I think that Mike is hiding
He only chirps at night

I listen to his music while I take a bath
My mom said, 'Mike is watching me'
I know not from where at

Once I seen a spider running real fast
I thought it was a spider
But there was Mike at last

He ran across the bathroom floor
Then out the Kitchen door
Mike was gone; I lost my friend
I'll miss Mike evermore

That very night I heard a chirping
And then so many more
It was a cricket party
Like none I heard before

I thought I lost my little friend
Somehow, but really not
Mike is just outside and very happy
Mike must be loved a lot

(10/29/2019)