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