Part One.
I needed some things at home, and thought that Bed Bath & Beyond could solve all my problems.
I drove there, parked, and approached with great hope.
I began to look around, pleased with my purpose and focus.
My basket was not empty.
Therein perched a large insect. Not at all what I had expected
to find at Bed Bath & Beyond.
Within seconds my mission changed. I felt compelled to enact a rescue.
Leaving the store, I carried the basket, with praying mantis, to my car.
I felt a certain fervor. I imagine that saints and felons feel
similarly about their endeavors.
Once home, I urged the praying mantis to scramble freely upon a tall tree.
It did.
My dog and I watched proudly, needing no thanks for our reward.
Part Two.
Imagine, if you will, you are a cardinal.
And you have a family to feed.
We could only watch the scene unfold with horror.
Part Three.
Imagine, if you will, you are a cat …
