Cicadas
Cicadas, cicadas, cicadas
You are everywhere
In the trees
In the breeze
Singing and buzzing
You have my head spinning
Round, round, round
Like a merry-go-round
Up from the ground
Ready to play
Find a mate
Make sweet music
Three to five weeks
Above the ground
To play around
Reproduce
Die
Silence
Sweet
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I love the rhythm is feels just like my daily cicada experience!
So loud. So prevalent this season. Such a good occasion to write a poem… and such a good poem!
I can hear the music!
Yes!