THE CICADA SONG
At twilight tonight I heard the cicada's cry
Their first call of the season
It is not the seductive sound of a sultry summer night
But a blaring siren, warning of the sweltering heat to come
The sounds of summer are still, beneath the blazing daylight sun
But as dusk begins to settle
The desert dwellers begin their sunset symphony
The hue and cry of heat, and of harmony.
