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The Spider and the Fly

A tree trunk spider was listening to a conversation between An elderly Sparrow and a Housefly and got annoyed with how they talked. So he dropped down in a single strand of silk and said, “Hey you guys, birds are supposed to eat flies, Not talk to them like a member of the family!” “That’s a myth, a legend, a fairytale” said the fly to the spider. “No it’s not, its Mother Nature’s way,” said the spider to the Housefly. Unexpectedly the spider moved his legs like lightning strikes And used his fangs and ate the fly for lunch. Then the elderly sparrow flew toward the clouds to hide And the spider went up his single strand of silk to take a nap. That’s when I woke up from a long winter’s nap And began to wonder about this Mother Nature lady Who invented the rules for who could talk to whom, and who could eat who No matter the time of day or time of night.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 3/18/2015 7:03:00 AM
Very nice write, creative! Rules are made for the masses to follow and for elite to ingore. If we not judge others so quickly, and if we would learn to be true to ourselves, and if we would learn to love one another, which would mean to accept others the way they are, maybe we would not need rules.
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Howard Dion
Date: 3/18/2015 1:06:00 PM
Thank you, Ed. Appreciate your comment.