Cicada Song
The curling croon of the lover rises
With the heat,
Winding its way through enemy territory
Calling, searching, warning
Those whose empty chests cannot hold
All the longing the tymbals hold
For one brief season.
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Awwww.
Cicadas do what cicadas do!
We get a glimpse of nature working to propagate here…