"Let's just say when the crickets sing outdoors, it's warm enough."

Outside it was dark and crickets sang, but a bright full moon in the sky cast a silver light over everything.

Crickets sang in the grass near his knee, and he shivered with cold.

Their pens scratch, the cricket sings; it is so warm and comfortable.

The crickets sing, and man's o'er-labour'd sense Repairs itself by rest.

Crickets the size of your thumb would sing their sweet monotony from the brush.

An occasional car sped past on the rural route for which the restaurant is named, but I could hear crickets sing.

And what if those bootheels actually did return, growing louder in a stillness where not even the crickets sang?

Owls hooted off in the distance, and a few early crickets sang nearby.

Crickets sang, but their monotonous chirping only seemed like part of a larger silence.