As a plant

Why on earth am I called a Venus fly trap?
My zone is chilling to the bone
I shut my mouth to protect myself
And boom! Another fly is caught
I don’t deliberately plant myself in it’s path
Yet I am charged for it’s death
Guilty, guilty, don’t guilt trip me
They say I do this chore chiefly
Labelled me in line with ravenous animals
You tap, I flap and clap, sapping your juice
Wee wee goes the buzzing things
I wink and they are no more.
Still, those dull brown eyes can’t stare away
This beauty is a death trap
Wrapped up in my glory, heavenly finesse
Like any trap with pink lips, so does mine appeal.

Vera