Some people are going to remember the summer of 2024 as The Summer of the 17-year Cicada Invasion" . Others will call it the Cicada Family Reunion. Most will call it The Summer the Trees Screamed.
It was a true invasion, with people covering young trees and their ears and sweeping their sidewalks. Cicadas are all about singing for a mate, and their "songs" can make conversation outdoors a tad impossible. Some days it was hard to walk without stepping on a few dozen with every house I passed. They are also poor flyers, bouncing off of windshields and people as their 2-inch bodies move around.
But Nature has a way of inspiring artists to create, whether it be a blossoming tree, a butterfly hovering, or an ugly little bug. So I created not one, but two Haiku poems to commemorate this summer:
Fat are the birds now,
enjoying all-you-can eat
Cicada Buffet.
Can't see the sidewalk
beyond the cicada shells
crackling under foot.
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