Celestial cricket

I hear crickets chirping in the dead of winter
They must be eating the back of the moon
I’ve forgotten the chirp formula
I don’t need them to tell me
When its cold

I open the door at midnight
To clear my head
Perfect silence
Except for the lunar crumbs that bump into the ground like snow

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