It's not Cricket

There it is,

that teensy chirp

I’ll find you yet

you little twerp!

Oh, please excuse me,

I just burped.

~

I think a cricket,

(maybe not),

has trapped itself

inside this house.

I hear you scurry?

Not a mouse!

~

I’ve hunted here,

I’ve searched o’er there,

behind the fridge

& through the air,

swatting nothing,

it’s not fair!

~

Once more I hear it,

to my left.

Or was that right?

I feel bereft!

I’ve grabbed the broom.

I’ve jabbed, I’ve swept.

~

Yet nothing meets

my steady gaze.

I’ve hunted now

for many days.

You taunt & tease,

my nerves are frayed!

~

And still I hear

your little song,

so close yet distant

all day long

& through the night!

It’s just so wrong!

~

Your little game

of hide & seek

has made this day

seem like a week.

You’ve set me in

a fit of pique.

~

And so I must

bid you adieu,

at least an hour

(make that two),

until I’ve made it

past this stew.

~

So freely sing,

you little fiend,

from you some wisdom

I shall glean

& hunt no more

your sound unseen.

~

Which begs the age-old question:

Does a cricket continue to chirp in a house when there is no one there for it to annoy?