Best Katydids Poems

Scratched music of hillbilly washboards
From the scraping wings of the Katydids
Aloft in the Oaks
Reborn each night just beyond dusk
After the cicadas finish their warmup act

The Katydid return is glorious

Their little sound so loud
It overwhelms
The alarms of main street stores a block over
And the roar of...

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