The Snakefeeders

What a poor bird
the walking dragonfly
makes, desperate vibrations
as she goes along with her
tender respiratory tracts dragging
behind, a fish out of water
and practically insane.
A sluggish caterpillar is
miserly, a wealth of legs
and expertise in the disguise
of a saint yet to ascend
makes his way into the mystery.
The subtle noises bewteen them
are only prayers and whispers.