Hard to believe it was 18 Years ago, 1998.
Waiting that long to make love is an unfortunate fate.
A July rain awakens the sleeping nymphs’,
Like old Rip Van Winkle, a yawn & stretch those limbs
Clawing their way out of an earthen cocoon,
Metamorphous begins by the light of the moon.
An electric buzz fills the West Virginia holler,
Charlie Cicada says “Connectin’ with them females is the problem”
And not long after… a loving relationship is bequeathed,
For the less fortunate, the brown trout waits beneath the Sycamore for a tasty treat.
Well there you have it; such is the life of the Brood Cicada,
And for new born nymphs’, it’s time to go sleep until the next Mania.
K.E. Carman 2016
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 3:39 PM UTC
Hard to believe it was 18 Years ago, 1998.
Waiting that long to make love is an unfortunate fate.
A July rain awakens the sleeping nymphs’,
Like old Rip Van Winkle, a yawn & stretch those limbs
Clawing their way out of an earthen cocoon,
Metamorphous begins by the light of the moon.
An electric buzz fills the West Virginia holler,
Charlie Cicada says “Connectin’ with them females is the problem”
And not long after… a loving relationship is bequeathed,
For the less fortunate, the brown trout waits beneath the Sycamore for a tasty treat.
Well there you have it; such is the life of the Brood Cicada,
And for new born nymphs’, it’s time to go sleep until the next Mania.
K.E. Carman 2016
