
I hold you in the palm of my hand.
I could crush you, smash you, smother you, but I do not.
I hold you in the palm of my hand.
I love you, admire you, know you, but you see that.
I hold you in the palm of my hand.
Safe and secure.
Until in a few moments I let you go.
Because you please me, my natural friend.
I see them around the house in their larval stage – little black and red alligators. The aphids never see them coming.
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