June, 2025
June, 2025
Buzzing
in the midnight dark,
It didn’t fly past without
targeting my head,
smacking into my cheek
Until I screamed,
Slapping at it, “Offf! Scat!”
And of which the next morning
I feared…I may have killed
a lost hummingbird,
but which was teally
a new June .cicada.
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Loving all the cicada poetry today, but totally get the panic of one of those things flying into your face.
I get the image of my father using them for fishbait and how the fish loved them and their fluttering wings that hit the water.