This is the voice of high midsummer’s heat.
The rasping vibrant clamour soars and shrills
O’er all the meadowy range of shadeless hills,
As if a host of giant cicadae beat
The cymbals of their wings with tireless feet,
Or brazen grasshoppers with triumphing note
From the long swath proclaimed the fate that smote
The clover and timothy-tops and meadowsweet.
Sir Charles George Douglas Robert
A recent visit by two insects which upon first glance appear to be more leaf like than living creature.
One is a slender green grasshopper the other a katydid, also known as a bush cricket. Both are relatives but whereas the grasshopper is not much for singing, the katydid will rub its front wings together producing the long familiar Southern summer evening serenade.