First few cold days ask
“Who can overwinter?”
Katydids cannot.

When I wrote the original version of my haiku, I was aware that some insects can overwinter as adults, even where winters are harsher than in the Mexican mountains favored by monarch butterflies.  Bark beetles are a dreaded example.  Seeing a lethargic insect shaped like familiar crickets (but bigger and more colorful), I wrote a haiku voicing the unlikely hope that the insect (later nicknamed “Kermit” after the famous green frog) might be able to overwinter:

Last few mild days ask
“Ready to overwinter?”
Cricket moves slowly.

A helpful comment by Sue Ranscht on my post with that haiku prompted me to dig a little deeper.  Kermit was a young male katydid.  Winters where I live are mild enough for his mother’s eggs but still too harsh for him.  Kermit ran out of time before maturing.  That makes the middle line of my original haiku more like a taunt than a sincere question, so I revised the haiku to be an elegy for Kermit the katydid.