The cicadas have returned,
Their song so soothing;
Each year a different brood,
All the same song.
What must it be like–
Living underground for years
Flying for only one summer.
How scary
And wonderful
It must be.
412 by Matto.
Published on July 17, 2011
The cicadas have returned,
Their song so soothing;
Each year a different brood,
All the same song.
What must it be like–
Living underground for years
Flying for only one summer.
How scary
And wonderful
It must be.