A large cream colored mantis

captured me today

by a wisp of my hair

near the nape of my neck.

 

I flitted it like a leaf

that fell from the aspen tree

beneath which I read,

not knowing the mystery

 

that found me. Unfazed

by my flitting, it regrouped

to catch me again

by the bridge of my glasses.

 

Clearly, this was no common bug.

Still, I had no idea, ‘till it landed

on the front of my shirt, resting

—a mystical pin to hold me

 

with its praying hands

and heart shaped head,

with its cream colored body

rocking, and its poise.