Ode to the Cicada
by Kim
For seventeen years you prepare
All the commotion you are unaware
You do
not sting or bite
What is the cause for fright
Although some might call you ugly
It is true you are not snuggly
But there
are good things that you do
And I will explain them to you
Your egg-laying in the trees
Prunes them, as they need
Your emergence
turns over soil
Saving gardeners lots of toil
When you are ready to die
Six weeks has passed us by
Your bodies will
nourish the ground
Until next time you come around
hahahaha