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No Insect is holier than the Praying Mantis,
Who, when perched on a twig or a leaf, goes unnoticed
In the light and the dark.
I've met you once before in fantastical
Childhood. Caught and trapped you
As I hold you now, a green and curious
Predator, poised on a stick kept
In a jar upon the bedroom shelf.
You—stagger, looking for
Balance, like a child
Feeling his way
Across the rocks in a creek.
Perched now upon young, budding blossoms,
Among unfledged dew drops
In your arms—you clean yourself
Cat-fashion in the Sun. Looking away,
Taken in by the scent of pungent spring-green,
I return a glance to find—
You have gone away.
Who, when perched on a twig or a leaf, goes unnoticed
In the light and the dark.
I've met you once before in fantastical
Childhood. Caught and trapped you
As I hold you now, a green and curious
Predator, poised on a stick kept
In a jar upon the bedroom shelf.
You—stagger, looking for
Balance, like a child
Feeling his way
Across the rocks in a creek.
Perched now upon young, budding blossoms,
Among unfledged dew drops
In your arms—you clean yourself
Cat-fashion in the Sun. Looking away,
Taken in by the scent of pungent spring-green,
I return a glance to find—
You have gone away.
An older piece I've been working on...
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Beautiful imagery, and I love your word choices. The feeling of nostalgia, of childhood, is so wonderful here. The whole poem flows beautifully, too.