Monday, August 13, 2007

Mild Please

A yellow drone came buzzing through
the window where I stood
alighting on a silken stretch
across its sash of wood
and suddenly, not one but two
arachnids sprang to munch
upon the madly flailing wretch
reluctant to be lunch—

but then with one last frantic tug
that entrée left them there to plug
the rupture in their silken strand
with hopes to wrangle grub more bland.

2 comments:

HouseMouse said...

As always, your words are beautiful and if not for your titles I would feel obliged to take them at face value. But, that would be too easy now wouldn't it?

rch said...

Oh yes, but this actually happened right before my eyes. 8~)