Before we sit down to eat, we pray.
The mantis no different,
Her talons clasped, she prays, then feasts.
Our prandial blessing
Allows us sanctity of meal
When we seat to eat our prey.
She is the stronger of her sex,
The male’s protest cannot heal
His fear, for he shall be the meal.
We look on in helplessness;
We are but the dinner guests.
Before we sit down, we must pray.
Hands bent, tho it’s not Lent,
The bees sleep in their nests.
We must stay still though, as we pray.
The meal progresses,
Nature doth not transgress.
As we sit, eat and pray
As we rise from the feast, we pray she’s preyed.
