The Praying Mantis

Green and long I camouflage well in a tree
You will miss me on a blade of grass too, I like to be a mystery.
As I get ready to move, I bounce on my legs, back and forth,
My hands are praying and I'm ready to launch.

If you take a closer look at my head, it looks rather strange,
It moves almost robotically as I check out my range.
My eyes are beady, watching all through the day,
Waiting for the perfect moment to pounce on my prey.
But love me still as I am really sweet,
I will sit on your hand and can meet and greet.

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