While mindlessly walking along
I made a wrong turn
I tend to do that often
by now you’d think I’d learn.
Usually I can put
my hands together and pray.
This time though,
I was really in a bad way.
I hit some crazy surface,
with holes through and through!
My legs poked right in
What was I to do?
Every move I made
an extremity got caught,
the more I wiggled
the more each leg got taut.
A praying mantis trap!
What else could it be?
This thing full of tiny holes
It certainly did trap me!
Then Mary came along
With a squirter and a rag,
I was sure it was the end
I was caught in her snag!
She seemed disinterested
Like I was in the way.
“Get out of here little guy
It’s window washing day!”
I couldn’t put my hands together
still my prayers were answered that day!
Now when I see Mary’s house
I go the other way!
Beth Weaver weaverbookstore.com
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