Summer suburban sounds -- sprinklers & cicadas.
I'm out for a short walk, all the dog will allow,
when an earthbound flutter (mosquito? grasshopper?)
catches my sunglassed eyes. A tessellated wing
cartwheels along the curb, as if minding some law
of these safe empty streets. The dog panting away,
I linger, studying. (English teacher habit: 
Epiphany hunting.) What predator did this? 
And what of the halfwing, his flight narrowed anew?
A species synchronized seventeen-year cycle
shrunk down to this orbit, this human neighborhood.

Written in community with VerseLove, a group of mostly educators writing a poem every day of April (National Poetry Month). The prompt for today: Write a poem inspired by an image of nature, beginning with alliteration.