(jann c castor, 11th of September,1998)
here it is.
she stood by my door waiting to be invited in.
so I did!
she does her work beautifully.
without knowing, she follows.
without an effort she supervenes.
green smile, gracious stance.
come on in, darling.
I'll make you some green tea.
I watched her for hours locked in a jar.
after I captured her, of course.
I'll keep you a prisoner, darling.
and you'll watch me work till dawn.
I did as I said.
morning came and she was still graciously praying
as she knew best.
bewildered, I chose not to take revenge for all
her nature make her do
so I opened the jar and let her go.
she's gone! The grass swallowed her!
The month of mantises praying.
Ces't la vie!
copyright Jann C. Castor © 1998,WGA