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?