I am a praying mantis, absolved in nature’s hours
I am a walking stick upon the land with begging bowls
I am the friend of trees in a bed of grass and flowers
Like a fly that buzzes, searching for a window’s light
I hear the bells of silence and see the dying coals
And wonder at the words, I hear at night
I travel in my mind and dream in golden bathes
Awaken the sun with a cup then eat my Cheerios
Day is done then night casts shadows on my paths
I laugh a little and smile at humors strange refrain
Then talk to myself, not understanding white buffalos
Arrange the clouds and smile at oblivion and keep walking
I am green and alien-looking, my name, the Greek word for prophet
Praying Mantis’s came here thirty-four million years ago and I see you
I grasp things that you will never know as I know who I am tho
I follow the natural law, need no money nor gas nor car; happy to be
I will pray for you humans even though you kill and poison below
Some day you may learn from nature the way you’re meant to live.











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BTW, grandson recently ordered an alien mantis from the internet......every time she moults, she gets bigger and bigger bumps on her legs, and her headgear gets more elaborate.....fascinating!!
blessings