Praying Mantis
He's silent and still;
his hands raised,
his palms saluting
the blue sky.
Silently he walks,
resembling a shadow
without a master.
Every movement and vibration
is sensed by his skin and ears.
When provoked,
he gives a devastating blow
to his opponents.
His black belt colleagues
regard him as the Praying Mantis
of the Province.
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