The Preying Mantis

This is a poem about the Preying Mantis

Perhaps you will hear me from your grave,
They say you are a skillful predator,
A slow cunning hunter,
A hunter that kills without haste,
Swaying endlessly on your slender traps!

How were you to know, given your one-thing brain,
That you will never out-trick an omnivore!
How sorrowful that you should fight a chicken
And lose, in broad daylight, oh preyer!
It was my fault and I am ashamed!