©PMcCoywrites 2018


When praying mantis wrestles with grass snake.
Your fears will turn into amazement.
The grass snake serpentines;
Closer, closer, closer,
It approaches,
To poach the praying mantis.
Sight not enough to speculate a fight.
For power can never equate strength.
For to whom Grace is given is strength.
And, who dances the dance of early pride;
is the fall of Grace to grass.
The end of a thing tells better than its inception.
The muscular grass snake falls;
to the seemingly weak fangs of the praying mantis.
I'm a praying mantis.
Serpentine your ugly belly through the Atlantis.
But I will cast you into the abyss.
Yes!
You strike first but amiss.
But I promise to strike you with incurable arthritis.