Early Bird Condemned

I heard a cricket singing in the woods too early and alone. I felt sad for it.

Early Bird Condemned

I can hear it in
  your sad song,

"I won't last very long
  won't last very long..."

Singing in the night,
these nights in the haze
of early spring days
so fickle in Her ways.

Why do I pity you?
for I will think of you
and your beautiful song
long after you are gone,

When I am drowned by
the chaotic song of summer,

O sensuous summer
so demanding her music
so passionate her ways
She overwhelms me,

And then I will remember,

You, my early bird of spring
Condemned.