Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 My Cicada Song

I am called a cicada, and

Know my male instinct is not wrong.

I want her who will understand

My yearning when she hears my song.

The tymbals in my tummy click

In acoustic pattern to sound

Loud and clear to my female pick,

In high hope that she is around

To hear and follow to the tree

Where I am perched awaiting her,

With nature's call to be with me,

Making future offspring for sure.

In an urgency I sing on,

For in short time we'll both be gone.