Silent Sounds

I hate that chirp chirp chirping of the crickets that keep time to the rhythm of the moments that always pass to slow. Chirp... chirp... chirping through the window as if they are sending spiteful spirits to my ears to beat on the drum bouncing off the walls of my room then off the walls of my skull because I've never opened my back door to welcome them. They think it's their right to enter. Their knocks on the glass translate to a chirp chirp chirping and it won't stop until I say "Come in"... They scare me. They are small but they scare me. So I don't open the door. Instead I cover my head under the pillow Then realize that the chirp chirp chirping is all in my head.