A Salute To Miss Emily

This poem is a salute to Miss Emily Dickinson and is based on her poem "The Cricket Sang".

Song of the Cricket Band

The shrill song of the Cricket Band
Goes rushing up the hill
As sunset starts to hesitate
And twilight stands so still.

As workers down their tools and trek
Their way home for a rest,
Shy stars that hide behind the clouds
Prepare their twinkling best.

A grey and tranquil cloak descends
As birds fly homeward bound;
Night slips in and with it a chill,
Day leaves without a sound.

A misty blanket prowls the land
Like tigers in the zoo
The dark night hides its travel as
It coats the grass with dew

An owl calls out from trees above
And sends the night agog;
The moon emerges ghostly like
A flower in the fog

Lee