Cloaked in Mystery

Cloaked in mystery, the orchid mantis sits. Still, so still. She waits. Patience is her virtue. She is beautiful, yet discreet. Barely visible. Behind her camouflage she hides. She’s become what she needs to be in order to survive. She is a small miracle, yet a machine. She operates in stealth mode. Cloaked in her petal armor. Faster than the blink of an eye; before you see her, she strikes. It’s over quickly. She saw you long ago.