Change of Circumstance

I once found a delicate mantis clinging to my front screen door. Deciding that a planter full of colorful blooms was more suitable for the fragile bug, I carefully transplanted her.

This lady had been up late, cavorting with many others under the seductive glow of my porch light. Miss Mantis, however, remained sober enough to adhere to her agenda. She was there to feed on the smallest, most tender visitors.

Now, in her sudden change of circumstance, she would sip from droplets of dew, bask in the glow of sunlit blooms and soak up the morning warmth. Gentle scents and sounds would lull her to sleep while she waited for night to return. And just before nodding off, she would whisper a prayer of thanks.