When I was a child, every year by this time, I and each one of my siblings, two sisters and one brother, had a small cage made out of wood - plastic was not so common as nowadays - inside which there was a black cricket. We were very proud of our 'pets' and always discussing which cricket chirped the most beautiful 'song' of the four.
Of course, mine did!
At least I believed so...
A few days ago; I visited an open market and ... black crickets were there on sale.
Hardly could I believe that I was lucky enough to revive a childhood memory with.... a cricket!
Although he is not Romeo and I am not Juliet, either, late in the evening he starts singing beautiful serenades which take me back to when I was a child....
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How lovely!
ReplyDeleteI really appreciate your visit and comment, Benni! Many thanks!
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