Yesterday morning, something flew out near the front door and made a rolling dive when I went outside to get a newspaper from our mailbox. It was a cicada. It looked like a newly born cicada before the dawn. I must have surprised it and made it fall from the tree. I put it back on the nearby tree, so it could prepare to take flight. I photographed it. I hoped that it would live out its last weeks to reproduce. I do not like cicadas' loud and noisy singing, though. Every year in Japan, people think that the rainy season is over when they hear cicadas singing. I feel that summer has come here in this area. It has been very hot these days. "Cicada" is one of the seasonal words for summer. The following is one of the haikus about a cicada, composed by Matsuo Basho from the Yedo period.
"A cicada shell/ it sang itself/ utterly away."
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