As intuitive as I had been
I had seen every animal
In my mother’s garden
But there was one
A creature of lore
That had slinked and slithered
Away from my goal
But as determined as I was
I knew that this bug
This alien, this creature
Would be revealed from its shroud
I was out and about
in the green of the world
looking for a thing, no a creature, an animal, an alien?
I was looking for a hunter, one that cannot be seen
It stalks helpless kids
preys on adults
It lashes and gnashes
And chews them for lunch
I peer behind leaves as they flutter and fly
I peek through bushes, thorns poking my eyes
I look round tree trunks, I gaze through gardens
But that assassin is effortlessly averting skill
But a flash of green, a snatch of teal
i saw it! I did! It has to be real!
I ran back over the bush of red thorns
And waited for him, next to the stalks of corn
The sun became afternoon
Sweat trickled down my neck
Was what I saw just the wind
playing tricks on me again?
Its there, no it isn't
I saw movement, a flash, a shadow?
A leg is visible, but then it fades, a face that can't be from this earth
Or any nearby galaxy for that matter
I knew it! I see it! Up against that leaf
But it disappears again! Right when i was beginning to see
I lie in wait, patiently eager to see if the alien would give in
But with a zip and a jitter, a lady bird descended, right before where I though
the creature stood
With a crunch, a lurch!
The tiny dinosaur grabbed
and chewed chewed,
from its head to wings.
Its face was merciless
Its raptorial arms, striking a pose
And the mandibles, oh the mandibles
Glistened and reflected, it covered in gunk
Its legs were struts
Its wings, a butterfly
And its eyes
Owls of the garden
There I could get a look,
not a peek nor glimpse,
for there he was,
the grand praying mantis.
The Assasin in the Garden