Postcard 17

The canopy is filled with the
Panicked shivering of
Cicadas still searching for
True love. The leaves rustle to the cries-
"Choooooose Meeeee"
"Ieee Aaam the Onnnne"
With each night that passes
Followed by an even shorter
Day than the one before
Their terror grows
"What if I die before
I fulfill my genetic
Destiny?" They ask. "How
Can I face the coming
Winter and Death with the
Knowledge I have failed?" So they rattle
"I know you're out there somewhere, on another branch,
Please Beeeeee Mine!"