Web Walk

The truth was concealed with many branches, viscous web woven of half-truths and lies; hidden, the spider spun a silk repugnant off a sticky tongue prone to moralize. Newly emerged with dewy wings unfurled, she fanned them, innocently unaware, among fragrant blossoms naively sweeping green garden border, concealing his snare. At last the sweet sun rays warmed and dried her; she was ready to lift bright wings and fly. New vistas, new horizons awaited this adventurous lady butterfly. Into the clear, clean air softly rising, faltering with the newness of fresh wings, she dips low among the flower faces, is imprisoned in gummy, wet web strings. Just one moment - innocence is plundered and whirled round and round - bitterest cocoon; he pivots in springing, gleeful madness to add the trophy to his black festoon. Copyright, August 8, 2016