I am scared of crickets and locust,
Like a portly cat is horror struck by the smelly impatient dog,
Like gorgeous pure petals terrified of children’s murderous hands,
Like a crisp piece of paper alarmed by the destructive pot of pitch black ink,
Like a miniature spider is apprehensive about crystal clear water,
Like glimmering ice is afraid of the mocking sun,
I am scared of crickets and locust.