this is my first meeting with a newly born magicicada this season. so fresh, so welcome. like many animals that haven't yet been imprinted with fear, or ones like myself who continually try to shed ingrown fears' outgrown shells, the baby cicada greets me with what i call calm curiosity, then walks up the honey locust tree to sing the ancient song anew in a dream of life above the little swamp.
cicada baby, you is soul cute. and good luck.