Tuesday, February 26, 2013

In the Web

In the Web

A spider
Espied our
Hungry scene
Hung, re-seen
In silken strands
In sulk's entranced
Grubby hold
Grubs, behold!
I, the fly, am caught

Branched in grumbles
Branching  rumbles
Blowing leaves
Blow in, leave
A space in a scape
As paced, an escape
I, the fly, am freed

Away to a burred shrub
A way to a bird *shrug*
That, the fly, no more

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

the fly was not to bright he celebrated his release before he lost it forever and became sones elles meal