Insects ...

I am an insect

Sleeping with futon every time there is a thing

I sleep in a shrine or I am hibernating while I do not know

I am tempted by drowsiness and it looks like an insect in winter

Covered in a warm cloth

I am waiting for spring to come.

As if waiting for the awakening time

One day she is in a dark world of dreams

I feel like a caterpillar feeling like this

Rape blossoms are beginning to bloom in places

Spring will soon be about to close soon

             The poet ~ Now person ...