Cricket in the Forest

Hopping and skipping around the pond an array of sounds entered my furry little fawn ears. High pitched and quick I suddenly realized not just dragonflies lurked among the cattails and pussy willow branches but there lie crickets. Making an "S" shape with my body I sleekly glided between the cattails and cocked my head just so. Shrilly and distinctly I heard the cricket call. Elusive between the splashes of the frog and the meandering of the fish I followed the sound till underneath the bridge. I sat quietly as I discerned the cricket direction. Small black or brown spots barely perceptible to the deer eye lurk in the grass and shadows lie cricket homes and cricket ways. Looking for mates or chirping the temperature to others fellow crickets nearby alerts everyone in the forest that we are not alone. Of course where cricket appears so oes India. Hope it is Sariwatsi or maybe the ancient temple in Orissa at dawn. Either creates that ebb and flow so necessary to life and love.

Hopping like crickets in this video from INdia Made in India
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IvloHsmi_vg