The Last Cicada?

With a will to live, to fly, to procreate

The last cicada emerged to identify a willing mate

But silence was all s(h)e found at this late date

Alight, alift, aflit, adrift

The lonely one skipped and hoped until

S(h)e clung, at end, to the side of the metal

Moon — the terminal effort of a hearty swarm

Alas, the cruelty of a 17-year split-second miss

I wonder if I will be here when they next return