Dining Out
Carnivore lay in wait like,
the feline among the sparrows.
“Come sip my nectar,
sweet syrupy elixir
it’s free for the taking,
a desirous sensation
to lull you to sleep”
sings Darlingtonia.
Within ruby pitcher,
tendril awaits,
a cavernous throat
dining on insects,
perhaps a frog or
tree shrew
for the gullet
of unassuming Cobra Lily,
pitfall trap.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2020
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