he had the whole garden
the whole world
to fly in
he flew into my shoulder
a tap
"hey, whatsup?"
so when he landed on a fencepost
i went over to him
and admired him
and told him how beautiful he was
as if
he didn't already know
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9 comments:
How come the body is wider in the second picture? Did he/she puff his chest with pride at being photographed? LOL
Cicadas are so amazing. They seem so sturdy and enduring. When we lived in Kansas our dog would find their castoff bodies and eat them like pork rinds. They probably have a nice texture if you can be objective. And their seven (?) year nap is flat out remarkable. The sound they make
is slightly otherworldly and ominous, but at the same time kind of lulls one into a semi tropical torpor.
Steven, I laugh and shake my head at a person with so much composure that they can hear, "hey, whatsup?" upon encountering a cicada.
Truth be told, they have their own beauty, as does anything in this realm, but most of us would yelp and bat it away!
We had thousands upon thousands of them this year in the American midwest, and it was hard not to feel we were in the midst of a plague.
You are amazing.
lovely site!
great photos, beautiful words.
He is beautiful! The sound of August is cicadas.
Nice to see one alive!
When I was a kid, I'd find their shed skins sticking to pine trees and wonder what they looked like!
I don't think we have those up here- This one is quite handsome- he would make a lovely brooch...
They are too large to fly up ones nose i am guessing.
Oh and just caught up with your before post-Playing loudly- loving it!
well now, that was way cool! don't you love it when small winged things have the whole world to fly in and they choose to notice you?
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