it is well nigh impossible
to catch hold of a cicada
that spends years in hiding
in its subterranean hell
digging, feeding, tunneling
its way through the planet
shy for the world outside
though he likes to call himself
the “pestilence”
he is sassy, talks trash
and doesn’t like to be patted
on the head
operates under the radar
keeps to the shadows
and buries himself
everytime a female walks across
all in all
he is a well rounded creature
his manners are a little off though
but that’s excusable
living underground is not easy
some say he has been hiding
undercover for the last 17 years
and it’s finally time for him to blossom
he has been writing lately
he is kind of a bad bird, this one
likes to drink beer
and pretend he is human.
