Don't Sit On Me

Praying Mantis on bench outside my husband's office.
Excuse me,
don't sit here.
I'm praying.

Can't you see
my prayerful position?
My legs are joined,
my expression solemn?
I'd close my eyes,
if I could.

You don't think
I am a spiritual insect?

Did you hear that nasty rumor
about me eating
my mating partner's head?

It only happens about
30% of the time!
And it is only for his
nutritional proteins.

A girl's gotta eat, you know!
I do lay the eggs -
300 is no small feat!

So, please move along.

I pray thee,
don't sit on me.

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