Listen! Do you hear it? Count the
chirps it makes in fourteen seconds,
then add forty—there you have the
temperature in Fahrenheit.
Evidently such a method
works precisely with the crickets
known as snowy, found in trees.
But results may vary with the
species fond of fields, where factors
such as age and mating matter.
Maybe Dolbear’s law applies to
poets—most of us who filter
life for inspiration do chirp
faster as the air gets hotter.
Jane Blanchard lives and writes in Georgia. Her poetry has recently appeared in Blue Unicorn, First Things, Lighten Up Online, Snakeskin, and Third Wednesday. Her first collection Unloosed is available from Kelsay Books; her second Tides & Currents is forthcoming from the same.