The Mantis.

Four orisons, Sifu.
A touch too far
to contact prey.
Marble eyes of green
gaze unknowably
guiding razored fists
flying forth for
thirst and clicking clamour.
From triangle head
to pea-pod body,
this fighter might
take a flick and flounder
from forest to orchid
and, ever hungered,
feast in communion,
in imploration,
insatiable.