A haiku–sort of

This little poem arrived from somewhere a few weeks ago:

An adult cicada rests after shedding its nymphal skin, (AP Photo/Carolyn Kaster)


Sick of his own face,
sick of his skin, of the dark,
he crawls outside himself
to sing –

a better poet than most.

Hosho McCreesh

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