Summer is full of bugs. I’ll let you think up the nasty ones. The good ones include bees and syrphid flies, dragonflies and damselflies, butterflies and moths, crickets at night, and now that’s we’ve hit the hazy hot humid dog days, cicadas. Cicadas are the quintessential summer bug. When you hear their buzzing whir up to speed sawing away high up in the trees, you know the hot weather is here.
You don’t get to see them too often. Maybe in early summer, you’ll find a cast-off shell. Maybe at the end, you’ll find one legs-up, its inner spring wound down and dead. Or maybe in high summer, you’ll find one resting, lying in wait for you.
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There shall be eternal summer in the grateful heart
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