Cicadas serenade me as summer simmers down
And tantalizing hints of fall begin to tinge this town
Oblivious observers overlook what comes to be
As summer simmers down, cicadas sing to me
The timid creatures congregate to take what is proffered
A picky poet tries to place the most expressive word
If you squander freedom you may realize too late
To take what is proffered, the timid congregate.
Are You Reading Me?
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