December 2 (2003) Poem by Kit Ludlow

Consider the cricket, whose love was once young.
He loved the Dawn, the cuddle of her sheets,
And was the beloved that the gods longed
To make their own. His love was a feat
No hero could achieve with a mighty blow.
She kept him eternal, but forgot to ask
To keep him in his youth. Her passion slowed
Until his winter made the mornings black.
When she lost him, he came to her at night
Chanting 'Please remember that I love thee.'.
The Dawn looked at him, crippled by her light,
And felt only a love that was a memory.
Every night he sings a song to lovers,
'Life is too short to live for another'.