Cotton clouds in the sky,
sun peeping warmth,
out walking, predator and I
sucking in the dregs of autumn…
Camouflage can be self defeating
for a praying mantis.
it’s thorax and wings
colour of a muddy ambulatory path
Visceral; my heart breaks
partially spilled gut, still alive
I pry it free to a grassy wake
We both pray for death…
🙂 and no, I did not step on it. It was lying there when I found it.