Don’ t worry, spiders,
I keep house
casually.
New Year’ s Day —
everything is in blossom!
I feel about average.
The snow is melting
and the village is flooded
with children.
Goes out,
comes back —
the love life of a cat.
Mosquito at my ear —
does he think
I’ m deaf?
Under the evening moon
the snail
is stripped to the waist.
Even with insects —
some can sing,
some can’ t.
All the time I pray to Buddha
I keep on
killing mosquitoes.
Napped half the day;
no one
punished me!