Cicada
I’m not looking for a Cicada
Neither here nor in Nevada
I read what they wrote
And thought it really was a joke
Got no taste for cader meat
Cause my tummy is discreet
I’ll stay inside my cozy shed
Knowing that they’ll soon be dead
Then I’ll take my hide outside
Mount my bike and take a ride
— Inella Redmond, Baltimore
And finally, from Lillian Zale of Baltimore, who was struck by the symmetry of cicadas and haiku: 17 years, 17 syllables. Ergo, her Cicada Haiku:
Poor, sad, cicada
Waits seventeen years, has sex
And dies that’s a life?
