19 August 2010

Muddy cicada blues

At one point during my after-lunch walk yesterday, I heard a loud cicada buzz. I looked around and noticed something moving in the mud that was created by the passing rain. It was a cicada encased in mud.

I picked it up and despite its wretched state, it could still create a loud buzz.

A cicada on the ground is a cicada on its way out; a cicada on the ground covered with mud is beyond hopeless. Nevertheless, I put it under a stream of rain water dripping from the bridge overhead. Here it is after its shower.

I tried to put it on the branch of a nearby push, but it fell off.

Goodbye cicada.

1 comment:

Cindy said...

At least he won't die with his spiracles full of mud.