This morning the cicadas are chirping
madly in the trees.
Their chirps are almost deafening.
Those crooner bugs must be especially
romantic today.
I hope all their amped up chirps sound
like alluring love songs to their potential
female mates.
Unlike many humans, they mate for life,
but when you only live a few weeks after
you mate, it has to be easier to have
a lasting love.
Even I could do that even with a raucous
or an incompatible wife.
wonder if to their three weeks are the
equivalent of a seventy year human
life.
One thing I know. I’ve never made a
racket to try to find a new love.
Maybe I should have. It sure works for
the cicadas who find mates for life.
Bob Boyd