The morning’s light,
unveiled a site,
I’m certain was not
there last night.
A masterpiece
of such design.
A spider’s web,
SO DEVINE…
It was cause to pause
and study my stare,
of its formation
in the air.
Its threads of silk,
beaded with glue,
were spun with intent
to capture You.
So should You get caught
in its sticky wheel…
Get ready to be…
its Master’s next meal!
-The Fly 🪰
