Evening Prayer
I heard the whispers of the Mantis,
as I prayed, "My lord, please grant us
a moment’s peace from cricket calls
which echo always through these halls."
Said the Mantis:
Let's thank the maker for my head
which swivels round your evening bed
and for my vision, clear and bright
to hunt those crickets in the night.
I'll start at once, I'll catch them now
if you’ll not fear me, this I vow:
that what I find, I’ll grab and keep
that you, kind sir, might get some sleep.
With that I gave a sleepy nod,
then turned my thoughts back to my god,
but what a shock I had in store:
I'm the cricket - the chirps, my snore.
8/19/16
For Contest: Praying Mantis
Hosted by: Anthony Slausen
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