Two nimble messengers
Clasped in your lap
Laying there still
Like a Venus flytrap

I gaze from my perch
Up near the ceiling
Watching and wondering
What they are feeling

Will they be cruel
Will they be kind
You give naught away
Show not your mind

Destruction or birth
It’s not up to you
It’s your prey that decides
What they will do

Everything in life
Is exactly this way
An invisible dance
Of unspoken parlay