Me Not

You are like a spider 
on the running water 
hunting fish and insects in the river
I see you can feed yourself
on whatever you catch,
Me not,  Honey,
and keep it in mind,
I am not a pre-packaged food
on the shelf
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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