Inspired by ‘A Noiseless Patient Spider’ by Walt Whitman
A stick, a blade of grass, a fallen leaf:
The unsuspecting insect takes his course.
Towards his nemesis unwittingly
May the lord have mercy on his soul?
Patiently, unmoving, silently
The mantis sits and prays his fervent prayer.
Then, quick as lightening, pounces on his prey
Holding it fast between his vicelike grip.
One snap. Off comes the creatures head.
Its body then ingested totally.
Sans life, sans breath, sans home and family.
The insect has departed his short life.
I wonder in his periods of prayer
If the quite predator spares a little thought
For his poor victims cut of in their prime
Who have met untimely such a fate.
I doubt it for, like us, when we eat meat
We think not of the little calf or lamb
Slaughtered and cooked to satisfy our needs
Our way of life since this old world began.