The Last Days of the Cicadas – Conversations with Stella

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human, it is quiet. Too quiet.

Me:  You’re right. It’s like nothing is moving.

Stella:  Something is missing.

Me:  Yeah…the cicadas…the insects we call locusts. They have fallen silent.

Stella:  They were so loud.

Me:  Fall is coming. The heat is ebbing. Their days are ending.

Stella:  This happened before.

Me:  Yes, it happens this time every year. I saw one flying today. So strange to think that it was laid as an egg either 14 or 17 years ago, depending on its variety, and it only hatched out this summer.

Stella:  And now its days are closing. That is a long time to wait for so few days. Will we see and hear them next summer?

Me:  Yes, probably.

Stella:  Goodbye, cicadas. We will wait to hear your song again.

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