Cicadas

In the underground
quiet and unobtrusive
living in the dark
mostly ignored

but the love fest

is about to 

commence

time to drop away
the outer shells
pull out those 

iridescent wings

emerge into the sunlight
to find love along 

the tree tops

producing a cacophony 

of song
looking for a mate, 

maybe two or three
spreading seeds for another
generation of cicadas

to hide for seventeen years
then rise again for the best

party above ground.