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Late Night Movie
Stronger beats the wings
a rapid drum play against the air.
Silver strands that easily break
are easy to entwine.
Down she goes, with fine care.
Shelob among the trees.
Beware, bewary, be cunning and sly.
When once and a while the spider comes by.
Be quick, be daring but never be late.
Fat is the spider from the last fly she ate.
and hungry she is, in the web she does weave,
for once you are in, you'll never leave.
So dies the fly,
in the web,
in the tree or
am I the fly
and the fly me?
I like this one, and the
I like this one, and the thought occurs that the spider may be more virulent in the poem than in prose.
Starward