(jann c castor,
11th of September,1998)
MANTIS .
here it is. nature itself. 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! September. The month of mantises praying. Ces't la vie! copyright Jann C. Castor ©
1998,WGA
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