Hour 20 Poem 20

6 legs, 3 piece suit,

Wings that fly, eyes with no sight,

And… It’s flying , run,


Buried beneath ground,

Minus three years from a score,

Oh, Cicada, rest!


2 thoughts on “Hour 20 Poem 20

  1. I am relieved those maniac Cicada’s haven’t shown up in my yard. So far a few of the usual ones and many fireflies.
    Nice change at the start, I was thinking of a couple of three piece suits for humans and then realized it was cicadas.

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