Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Cicada Cycle

It's May of twenty twenty one,

And this cicada bug knows that

My seventeen year "sleep" has run.

It's time to change my habitat.

I burrow out from underground

And start to buzz my call to mate.

Once a suitable has been found

I do my duty and then wait.

I hang out for a month or so,

And then it's time for me to die.

Underground my offspring will go

For seventeen years - who knows why!

Trillions of us will come, then gone -

The cicada phenomenon.