A whistle in the grass rises above my head.
I hear a faint whisper, and the tall grass I start to dread.
I hunch over careful, grabbing my knees real tight.
I whisper to the dirt beneath me, Please keep me safe all night.
The grass sways as the wind picks up.
I feel something and quickly jump.
It is OK, I say to myself, Just the grass.
I crouch back down and wait for the wind to pass.
Out of the blue I notice the dark.
Surrounding, surrendering my pitiful heart.
I curl up yet tighter in the tall meadow field.
I wait for the wind and whistle to yield.
The whistle grows louder and closer to me.
So quickly I run to the old willow tree.
Faster and faster my heart leads a race.
Around the tree I make hurried pace.
I slip in between the left and the right.
And decide I shall stay there through this dark frightful night.
But somethings amiss.
I look into abyss.
The abyss of the tree, between the left and the right.
The whistle is there! I make haste to take flight.
I flew from the willow as fast as I could.
Only to find I had no shelter away from wood.
So slowly I crouch back on the ground.
Letting the darkness surrender, surround.
Then the whistle is back, a light humming to me.
I just sit there and stare, I do not run and flee.
The whistle rises from a blade of grass and I pick it.
On the blade lays something black, a cricket!
