For what does the poolside mantis pray?
An umbrella drink,
A chameleon who’ll play?
Some clouds to give shade
From the heat of the day?
The salty breeze
Of a distant bay?
To escape the view
Of the hungry blue jay?
The showers of April
The flowers of May?
The observers’ wonder
But the mantis won’t say
For if anything what
By the poolside he prays.