Author: John Aspen P. Catingub

Started: 8:27 A.M., Thursday, January 26, 2012.
Ended: 9:13 A.M., Thursday, January 26, 2012.

They’re everywhere.

Poetry.

Some petals of the flowers work as death traps for insects that are excited about the opportunity of having nectar, without realizing that the well blended crab spider is waiting to hug them to death.

Looking thru the eyes of a predator in action can be a beautiful experience.

In Costa Rica, ravaging army ants swarm in hundreds all over the forest floor entrapping their prey and bringing their prize back to their nest.

Looking beyond victimization.

A poem I wrote.

This is the way our life goes on always balanced. If everyone understands this, then more will appreciate the sacrifice of everyday food that sits on our dinner table. Its warmth and satisfying taste melting in our mouth to be part of us. The energy we need to survive in a world so mysterious, yet rewarding to mankind. A treasure we must store for our future generations to come.

Dogs chase cats and cats chase rats and what if the prey was to turn upon the predators and know that they would lose; spider and the fly. Cool Cat… Not is me looking upon everyone that has made me prey; why fight destiny, come and get me.