To free a cicada (trapped inside our bedroom)...

Yours truly bug buster Harris - August

twenty fifth two thousand twenty one

(at approximately 4:20 Post Meridian)

felt nearly paralyzed, neutralized,

limned, thus jump started travails,

and went emotionally bust

watching helpless and hapless critter,

who I could faintly hear gently cussed,

anyway said insect found savior

in me, (an aging pencil necked geek),

who sincerely felt his passionate adoration

able, eager, ready and willing to sacrifice

 

mine measly existence eventually
decades afterwards, these lovely bones

would turn to dust,

(a quicker outcome

if altacocker chose cremation),

yet prior to afterlife matter

first order of business

finagling, jiggling and lifting

liberating confined

within superfamily Cicadoidea

insects in the order Hemiptera

then quickly shutting window and screen

 

lest plague of cicadas conspired, fussed

and invaded, cuz vicious

rumor quickly circulated

twittering, snapchatting, crowdsourcing,

and buzzfeeding airwaves,

if their harmless buddy

NOT loosed into the wild,

otherwise intrepid nature lover

acquires dubious honor
threatening innocent life form,

her/his helpmates would gather an army -

to rescue stranded

 

kinsman/woman predicated

duty bound upon semper fidelis

therefore steadfastness

reigning quest they must

be united on wings and prayer,
whereby swarming horde

would cover reasonably rhyming poet

such that he resembles

knight in dull armor coated with rust

whose abridged poem

dogmatically indubitably
opportunistically vapidly trussed.