Cricket in bush

In the wind unspoken ,I am a bush,
A host to a strident cricket sound
Existential home to night’s cricket.

I am crickets shrieking existence,
A cricket who shrieked regardless
Of who passed by or lived nearby .

I am a bush and a cricket into one .
We do not exist apart from sound.
I am sound and life rolled into one.

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