How is it every praying mantis
Is built the same it’s unclear
If they’re not just miniatures
Of one great mantis god
While snowflakes vary
Into separate patterns
Of participation and release
The pure light before snow falls
And the poor praying mantis
Is swept from the floor
Into the dark of a million stars
The path his father took
And all the fathers after
As the first flakes enter sparkling
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