Notes About The Poem
Image: Magicicada by Robert Evans Snodgrass, 1930
Cicada Comeback
I am no where near
that great Cicada
comback moment.
Much like a comet,
or the invasion of Grenada,
I'll have to watch a YouTube vid
to asertain the gist of it;
why so short lived,
why so loud?
The mating call aroused,
a trillion Magicicada*
live then die enmasse,
and we are blessed
to have witnessed this,
nature's orchestrated symphony
*magicicada: From Ancient Greek mágos, “magician” + Latin cicada.
The male [magicicadas] aggregate in chorus centers and call there to attract mates. Mated females lay eggs in the stems of woody plants. Within two months of the original emergence, the life cycle is complete and the adult cicadas die. Later in that same summer, the eggs hatch and the new nymphs burrow underground to develop for the next 13 or 17 years. ~Wikipedia
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