I tried to be a Praying Mantis
But my appetite fell nil
I found comfort as a housecat
As I pranced around my kill
I purred, it lulled my heart to sleep
When what would have nourished
scampered over my tail and under my feet
Leaving nests where the future fare
I swept from corners and under stairs
A few I caught and put to rest
Made sure they were dead
But too late
Generations already began to spread
I
should
have
chewed
their
little
heads
So mutilated torn remains would greet you at the door
Lest dare anyone test my trusting heart once more
But I didn’t see what was in front of me
Nor what would seasons bring
Weeping lasts far past the night
And winter’s frost deters the spring
