"The Spring Cricket's Grievance: Little Outburst."
"Tired of singing for someone else.
Tired of rubbing my thighs to catch your ear.
When the sky falls tonight, I'll stand on my one green leaf,
and it will be my time, my noise, my ecstasy."
I'm a night person.
So that-- sometimes I feel it's night and it's mine.
And I was really happy to discover
that my daughter actually had used that poem
as a screensaver for a while.
It was to inspire her to write her doctoral defense or thesis.