Seventeen...

Seventeen years I sheltered in place,
safely masked by my own carapace.
Word arrived: the restrictions were over.
I emerged to the sunlight and clover.
My purpose in life was to mate me.
I sang for a female to date me.
My song made the neighborhood hate me,
and then came a squirrel — and ate me.
— Anita Susi, Derwood, Md.
We have a few cicadas in the trees and plants but not swarms. I think ours are not really the seventeen year ones but who knows. They sure were loud in the sunflowers early this morning while I was watering. We had business in town all afternoon and well into the evening. It is nice to finally be home. Some local areas got storms and rain this evening. We did not.
Another busy day tomorrow as things came up today and I did not get the pizza sauce made. Hope you have a nice evening.