Undetected I lie beneath the mattress,
waiting for the telltale sign of heaviness
that always alerts me to my next meal.
They don't think to look before they sag
upon the spring things that cover me.
Slowly and quietly I make my way to
my unsuspecting bedmate on a plate.
Who's the sucker now!
Dverse prompt to write a poem about creepy crawlies from the insects' point of view.
Here is the Link: Bugs and Things