In deep dark recesses
on sticky silk tresses
two warriors spar
as mortality presses
the fray
and the one who is leaner
appears to be meaner
and quicker by far
inflicting a cleaner
array
of blows till, defeated
the fatter is treated
to bindings that bar
escape, then secreted
away.
Are You Reading Me?
"'Will you walk into my parlor?' said the Spider to the Fly."
ReplyDeleteoooh, this was good, I can see it~!
ReplyDeleteThere was an old woman......
ReplyDeleteNo, lets not go there.
Thats what I thought of when I read this. A novel expression of Hunger for sure.
Creative and cute take on the prompt... = )
ReplyDeletecreative poetry...the beauty of the web deceives in unknowing prey...great job!
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot, it's really nice to get comments on some of these older ones :D
ReplyDeleteSo many layers of meaning.
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