Silken Thread

Silken Thread Come and sit spider whispered, rest upon my silken thread Tarry here within my artwork, naught a fear for you to dread Sorry Miss the fly called softly, your silken thread is but a trap I will rest among the roses, breathe perfume and taste their sap Please be careful whispered spider, of the thorns along their stems For I fear that you will find them, harsher than my silken thread Thank you Miss the fly called softly, among the roses I will stay For I know what fate awaits me Should I tarry long, on silken thread