Phoetry: The Weird and the Sublime.

Warning of the Mantis

You're wondering what I'm thinking

As the two of us lock eyes

Occasionally I tell your kind,

In words, what my face belies:

You tread upon our territory

And build your ugly nest

Of metal and dead trees

And yet I'm the pest!

You grow slow and lax

Because you never have to hunt

If this was the Cretaceous

Your species would be the runt!

Our world is tough but it is fair

For I must patiently await my prize,

And even then I must blend in

Lest I look delicious to other eyes.

How you grow fat and multiply

Without all that is a mystery,

Stuffing your face with impure food,

And don't find that creepy?

Yet, o humans, you are still kings

But my words you must heed:

While might is right is also our law

We hurt another only when we need.

Keep dumping those liquids in our glade

That taste strange and glow blue,

It may make me swell a hundredfold

And then I'll come. For you.