Under a gray sky
Portending of a September hurricane,
The once green Mantis
Has turned brown,
Listless in the autumn chill
As if with leaves soon to fall down
Gone are the gleaming jade
Eyes of the nymph,
Gone is the second branch on the
Sunflower stalk
That motionlessly
Seemed to walk,
Gone too are the two husbands
You devoured with loving care,
No telling sign on your waistline,
Your abdomen tapered and spare
Your eggs, lain warm
In the secrets of August,
Shall safely abide
Toothless winter’s harm,
But languid in this autumn chill
Whither, Mantis, are you bound?
How few for you are setting suns,
Before the earth pulls you to ground
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