In this oppressive July heat I discovered a Katydid.
He was moving- almost as if in pain- across the hood of my car.
If it was hot enough to fry eggs there, which it was, then it was hot enough to bake a bug as well.
I exteneded a cool, pale, peachy colored finger as an escape.
He quickly accepted.
His legs were no bigger than toothpicks-
and with Green, Grabb-ity, Scratchy Feet he reached out and perched
on my digit, like a tiny queer bird.
I looked at him closely-
He was beautiful. He seemed quite content to stand on all 4's on the hand of
the mayden who rescued him.
However, I could not hold the creature indefinitely...
I looked around for a place that he could thrive and be safe.
An equally green patch of grass in the backyard seemed to match him perfectly.
I lowered him to the earth (the earth was never far away due to my lack of height:)
And as my hands touched the grass I noticed how much cooler it was- down there- away from the pavement and the hot hoods of automobiles.
While the Katydid had been stunning on the hood of my car the fact remains that he was out of place. It's true...If he had been in my Crepe Myrtle I might not have seen him, but being out of place for too long could have killed him.
I will not forget those Green, Grabb-ity, Scratchy Feet clinging to my finger.
Or how perfect it seemed to place him in the grass. I am glad I was in the right place at the right time to assist.
Though, he did make me wonder later...
Where in my life am I like the Katydid?
In what areas am I hot-footing it on the hood of a car- when I belong in the grass?
How about you?