An abandoned kite

Don’t shout
Said the squirrel
I can hear
Even when you don’t say
But the frogs are going to create
The beautiful music of longing
In a rainy night
Crickets celebrate meeting with their kind
Now
Is my time to shout from the housetops
That I have found
An abandoned kite
Come and take it
Whoever wants
To fly in the sky
Laden with
My sighs
Of unmet sights