Praying mantis

The praying mantis
in my spot
on my sofa
I eye him from across the room

He
with his hands, brown spikes clasped together,
prays about as much as I do.
And equally as sucessful.

In the dark shade of the room.
His glassy eyes watch me watch him,
the light from the window reflected like TV screens.
His arms still fixed
the tips touching
still muttering under his breath.

He stays for long
but I daren't break his trance
in my chair
in my space
with nowhere to go but home.