Thursday, January 2, 2014
The Inner Dialog of a MANtis
A poem that was for class, to describe something with alternative comparisons!
At distance I'm an unripe cockroach,
Face to face, grim reaper with dual scythes!
Slow paste, I can act sporadic.
Waist down is pleasantly plump,
My wings take up most of my trunk!
10,000 lens creating necessary visual editors,
For environments full of predators.
Consistently on toes, always ready to fight
For my life.
Nightfall flights are the norm,
Searching for a mate with a hot pheromone.