They’re the soundtrack of Texas: Cicadas add their thrumming to the summer sounds of splashing, ballgames and other things that happen when it’s hot outside.
Cicadas
Sultry breeze
And scraped up knees
Findin crispies on the trees
Little shells of
next-phase friend
Leave behind their past all rend
Tumble out to their new end
Humming in the morning light
Buzzing softly till it’s night
Clocks are set to bug’s delight
Here’s to summer moving slow
Endless months till we dream of snow
But on we flow
as the cidadas go
