Pray For Dinner
Another web, another fly, another day has wrapped - yet I
Still sit here in my web secure, all safe and sound but yet unsure
If food will find me on the morrow; time unfed is time I borrow
From the arachnid God I love, in a heavenly web above
At times I wish they'd let me be, then hunger strikes: I wait - will He
A fly here send that I may eat--or web repairs I must repeat?
My silk comes slow, each line a strain; yet deep within my spider brain
The pattern is already mapped; nor will I rest till flies are trapped.
With spinnerets now sore and dry, the job is done; what's that? - a fly
with wings so fine, so sweet and pure...my hunger I can scarce endure
The flailing legs, the desperate throes; my appetite only grows
Stronger as he snaps each line, that life of his now surely mine
With filaments as white as cloud I spin him in his gauzy shroud
I needn't give him time to die before I suck his innards dry
I don't believe he suffers much; he doesn't have a mind as such
And those that fail to fly away ensure I live another day
Contributors: | Kansas Sam, Irene, Padfoot, Irene Adler, Francine, Kevin Andrew Murphy, Ethetran, Grayman. |
Poem finished: | 5th November 2003 by Anon.. |