The Preying Mantis

I spied a praying mantis

A sittin’ on the steps,

One golden afternoon.

I paused,

mid-step

To see what he would do.

He sat still,

And just prayed.

Time delayed,

he prayed

and I swayed

My eyes half-mast,

Listening to the dragonfly wings

Drone on,

as they zig-zagged past.

Oh!–what a start!

My saint mantis

stabbed a dragonfly

through its very heart!

I leaped back

Disbelieving,

undreaming,

As he hugged the dragonfly

—still struggling!

I clenched my fists

As he ripped off its glittering wings.

I turned away

Dismayed—

And just a little bit wiser.

Not everyone who prays

Really does, and only God is not a liar.

–dd

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