Flytrap

		Blushing blue, the lily 
		Confronts the flytrap:
		"Did you think, cannibal, 
		The orchid sap you spilled
		Would not seep through 
		Our shared roots?"

		The flytrap, coldly preening,
		Answers the lily:
		"The orchid's roots were withered,
		And its petals were scorched.
		Merciful mastication was my aim.
		Why call me cannibal?"

		The lily, sighing white,
		Reminds the flytrap:
		"Cannibal, in this garden,
		Our salvation, fellow orchid
		Sustained our lives. 
                Grafting us forever into one soul."