O, Cicada:
Your weird chirping song, incessant in the summer heat
Like unto the sound of an alien hissing, preparing to strike
But ere I too much disparage your vibrating timbals,
I must say I prefer the sound to the sight of you,
O, Cicada: giant, terrifying bug-beast.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
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