Author's Note: This is another installment in the series. The fly is the same entity as in the previous poem ("I See You there", aka OtCCoD No. 4).

On the Crumbling Crag of Doubt
A Poetry Series

Number Five:

A Spider For the Fly

I see you there, little fly, hounding me
I've built a glittery trap for you
It yawns at the sight of you

It has not teeth to bite,
But a fine mesh to attract
It has not pincers to grab,
But sticky glue to ensnare
It has not tongue to taste,
But it will swallow you, surely

My pet spider creates,
It's innate
My pet spider designs,
It's not benign
My pet spider manipulates,
It relates
My pet spider pines,
It's not time

Other pets, have I
A hummingbird, who sings
A squirrel, who plays
A bear, who hibernates
A queen bee, who directs
A jellyfish, who dances
A cat, who acts
But the spider rules them all
Not just a writer, she is a creator,
A dictator

So you beware, little fly, hounding me
Inspiration's her silk threads, glittering for you
She'll fake a yawn, then snap her trap on you

~August 2003, RMKS

Thank you for indulging.