Cicadas intrude persistently upon the night

Mixing their calls w/ the hum

Of the A/C generator.

Lying upon my back on the top floor

Of this warm stale house

I lie motionless as the haunts come out

And the footsteps of lonely things

Timidly approach my door, but then-

Losing their resolve

They return back to wince they came

And the cicadas and I are once again