Put all your faith in poets. You will find few others to share Beauty with you; and it cannot be borne alone. ~Christopher Morley, American journalist, novelist, essayist, and poet

The Toad:

There once was a toad so black
With warts upon his back
He hopped around
With nary a sound
Looking for something to snack.

The Cicada:

Cicadas seem to have vanished
Into the sunset, or wherever they go,
Crawling deep into the earth’s underground
And hibernating for several decades.
Don’t worry, they’ll be back eventually
And announce their presence with loud fanfare!

The Stag Beetle:

When

I was

Out walking

The Monk, we saw

This immense beetle

Chilling on the sidewalk.

I stopped to get his picture.

Shivering at getting too close

To his wicked pincers and finding

Myself captured by those strong mandibles.

Note: First poem is a Limerick; second is Acrostic; third is Etheree.