Katydid's Last Song
The warm hour after sunset in summer
Has long passed
So fast from these trees
In between
Just before the first freeze
Katydid clicks with half her strength
In the not-quite-right October sunshine
Violin swaddled to knee
Easy to miss her music
In the cold roar of autumn wind
Yet the surprise mercy of sun awakens her
If anyone notices
And from the Katydid’s mezzanine
With all she can muster
She calls to the universe a plea for more life
I think she is saying
Can you ever need something that does not exist?
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