The mysterious cicada is a fascinating creature.  I spotted one in the lawn by my parents’ graves as I was changing the flowers.  It must have just emerged from its 13 to 17 year life underground and was crawling towards a big pine.  I helped it to the tree and watched it for a long time, climbing higher and higher.  It was so determined and it took so long to go a short distance.  I found another one that hadn’t bothered to make it to the tree.  It had clung to a granite grave stone and emerged.  The wing veins were turqoise like the finest green blue stones.  It didn’t move, waiting for its wings to dry. 

cicada emerged