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