The Spider Queen, the Sycamore and the Tiger Moth
The Spider Queen, The Sycamore
And The Tiger Moth
It is with glee
I gaze upon
A sycamore tree,
A cobweb spun,
And there between
The budding leaves
The spider queen
Busily weaves;
Silken ties
Of steely thread
To catch mere flies
In swarms overhead,
Sticky lures
Like rising sap,
By night she procures
Her silky trap.
Then to her cloth
Of deathly lust
A tiger moth
With wings of dust
Flutters near,
Her kiss unseen,
No love nor fear
For the spider queen.
Wrap him neatly,
Wrap him tight,
Wrap completely
O love of the night,
No man nor beast
Shall pass this way
And she shall feast
For many a day.
I stand, too keen
And gaze in awe
At the spider queen
And the sycamore,
In love, succumb
To her lustful wrath,
And I become
The tiger moth.
©RJVHorton2016
Copyright © Robert Horton | Year Posted 2016
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