Author Clinton Scollard Cricket , chirring in the autumn twilight, Little kinsman, I, like you, the unknown path must follow Into darkness, ā One day into darkness. Would I might, with your ecstatic buoyance, Fare forth singing! Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments