Not a Prayer Against the Mantis
Good Lord, Mama Mantis creeps
up behind and takes a nip
that stings sharp before I fall,
supposedly dead.
Fakeout! I still have my teeth
and I hear the words, "Bite me!
Wanting to give her a nip,
Alexa B.'s bit!
*Entry for Linda’s “Bite Me” contest.
written by Carolyn Devonshire
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2012
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