Short Katydid Poems
Short Katydid Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Katydid by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Katydid by length and keyword.
The leaf caught my eye-
began moving with no breeze!
Oh Katydid-
by God's magic, you survive!
A katydid stopped at my door.
Wedge of green gossamer
But something more.
I angled to get a closer look.
Intrusive I fear was I.
He quickly me forsook.
Off to call at another door
Winged wisp of wonder
On a neighborly autumn tour.
Insects are terrific at camouflage
Many blend into bushes and trees
Leaf katydid doesn’t move or dodge
Lying still during autumn breeze
With her oranges yellows and bits of green
Leaf katydid is almost rarely seen
Lying on a leaf that matches her exactly
Being still, unmoving, most compactly
The katydid clings to my chair
Utters not a noise
A golden sun peeks from beyond
Through gray clouds only choice
The white illumination shines
Gives a glow under clouds
As fog settles in the hollow
Making a coolness proud
Wonderful time of solitude
Quiet before a storm
Noises of humanity begin
And a new day is born
Somehow you flew in and hid
Right under my toilet lid
Ouite sure you were dead
'Little pest!' I said
Pity the poor Katydid!
Saw a leg twitch, God forbid
Guess what I done-gone-and-did?
'Okay, my green lass
Go die in the grass'
Pity the poor Katydid!
*** Katydids are harmless bright green insects with large wings in the cricket-grasshopper family
Songbirds are singing,
voices are ringing,
morning arrives in the vale.
Hummingbirds humming,
woodpeckers drumming:
everything hearty and hale!
Throughout the forest:
katydid chorus;
Barn owl has something to say.
Crickets are chirping,
bullfrogs are burping,
glorious end to the day.
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a frog and a mouse
went for a ride
went along side by side
down the road they rode to see
until they got to the big oak tree
sat in the shade
all day they did
until they met a new katydid
a frog and a mouse went for a ride
joined by a katydid who rode by their side
sang to a tune the katydid knew
out of the trees the birds flew
no one seemed to really understand
the friendship of this merry band
Cadence calls collective clans
ricochet playful katydid
not crackle his crocodile skin.
Crazy kids combine their fares
for riding rickety RinTinTins
out zipping their yipping files.
Corny crackers crash their lines
lickety slippery splat
finishing race far much too soon
before fine ladies grow fat.
Cadence cries corrective crams
flippety flying frying fins
falling their crowns upside down
while mothers cry for their sins.