Creeping, crawling in a tree.
Hidden, you can barely see.
Looking for something to eat.
A fly would make a tasty treat.
Perhaps a moth would glide on by,
and I could give the moth a try.
Grasshoppers are fun to chase,
if only they’d stay in one place.
A cricket’s song catches my ear.
I hope it sings ’til I am near.
Can I invite them all to brunch,
so I can have a yummy lunch?
I only have eyes for you.
Come closer and you’ll see it’s true.
Oh, don’t worry you’re too big.
Just leave me be on my twig.
