He says a prayer,
Before he dines.
And nothing dares,
To be inclined,
To come near those,
Hands held high.
They all are staying,
Away here's why.
Those preying hands,
Will strike so quick,
Yes they will,
In a heart beat.
The Preying Mantis,
The deadly one,
One small caress,
And the deal is done.
7/12/10 Alton Texas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful rhyme and speed. Nice poem Juan