I was in the mood just now to write a poem about Sarracenia, I 'spose more specifically S. purpurea, but whatever, here it is:
How you wait so silently, knowingly
Knowing what unfortunates will fall upon you,
Being so helpless,
Drinking your nectar, your wine,
So becoming dreamy, and falling in
Falling into the pool of death
Where they cannot escape
Yet you smile with your mouth open wide
Waiting again for more to come.
No, I don't write poems often, but this had to come out. Just let me know what you think or whatever.