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.