Praying mantis stood planted close to the floodlight, swaying rhythmically back and forth in the night. Why? Was it trying to attract a mate? Attempting to rouse prey? Sunbathing in the bright light? I watched and studied and decided: It was entranced by the play of its own shadow.
eclipse without fear
what may be found in darkness?
the essence of light
Simply beautiful!
You, again, have made the familiar blur into unfamiliar, and then brought it back again to something that binds the reader into the story. Love it!