A poem, from me to you, with love

In morning's quiet solitude,
cold tile 'neath my feet,
I sit myself upon the toilet seat.
When suddenly, I hear a chirp
of a most unsettling beat.
It seems to be of a lurking nature
behind the bathroom door.
I rise and investigate the chirp
so rudely interrupting this morning chore.
But, alas, there is no source
behind my bathroom door.
I turn, and there,
in all it's grey-brown glory,
I spy a cricket placed
beneath the toilet seat.
"You cruel invasive thing
to attempt such a feat!"
I lunge, I flush you down
where you will never chirp,
for you have drowned.