Brood X
On and on
Waves of sound
Not like the ocean.
Not at all soothing.
Buzzing and rattling and seething and hot
Calling for love
Calling for soon
Sun makes them hot
Hot for the mating
Lives are so short
Soon they will die
Eggs hatch and nymphs drop
Down to the ground
Burrow to tree roots
Suckle in darkness
Forgotten again
For another seventeen years.
--fleur
24.v.04
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