Said the Spider
A spider spreads its web of silken threads
shimmering all silvery white by the lake
waiting guileless for preys to find their breads
Its way is not to tear victims to shreds
a kind of dignity is here at stake
a spider spreads its web of silken threads
To ensnare gently unwary flies' heads
showing a slow death dance they will partake
waiting guileless for preys to find their breads.
Self-respecting spiders are thoroughbreds
no tangled webs they weave for spinning sake
a spider spreads its web of silken threads.
widow spider catches the fly it weds
unlucky ones just follow in their wake
waiting guileless for preys to find their breads
wet tendrils of fog become beaded heads
a string of tiny diamonds they make
A spider spreads its web of silken threads
waiting guileless for preys to find their breads.
@jjote posted 06/09/16
Copyright © Josefina Costales | Year Posted 2016
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