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A Good Year For Spiders   4 comments

A Good Year for Spiders-Edit-2-blogA Good Year For Spiders — Photo-Artistry by kenne

 

Look,
There’s a spider.
A good year for spiders
Or so and so seems,
Incessantly weaving
Such gossamer schemes.
Should make one wonder
What blueprint within
Instinctively causes
The spider to spend?
Look, look how lovely
The glim to the sun
Is gracing with highlights
The web being spun.
Dear god of all spiders
Please hear this small prayer,
Is spidery heaven
One infinite snear?
Will, there be gravity
So food will fall by?
Have you ever tasted
A bluebottle fly?
Never had scorpion
Do they have a god?
Tics you might fancy
The flavor is odd.
But not quite as odd
As gregarious nats
Who fly into trouble
When ravaness bats,
Senses all heightened
Go Dracula stark
And quick eat up tasty
Lost nats in the dark.
I wonder if spiders
would like eating mites,
Those juicy small monsters
Who louse up the night
Of asthmatic sleepers
Allergic to waste.
Spiders might like mites
and get used to the taste.
Spiders do what they must
In spidering nets,
Intrinsic insiders
Who cover all bets
With polymer silver
That they gossamer spend
And wait, and wait
For some dinner
That soon may drop in.
Yea, a good year for spiders.

Wonder if spiders
Ever get the blues,
Do yous?

— Ken Nordine

 

 

“Will you walk into my parlour? said the spider to the fly.”   2 comments

Green Lynx Spider In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne

Funnel Web Spider  In Sabino Canyon– Image by kenne

The Spider and the Fly
by Mary Howitt 

“Will you walk into my parlor?” said the Spider to the Fly,
“‘Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you did spy;
The way into my parlor is up a winding stair,
And I have many curious things to show you when you are there.”
“Oh no, no,” said the Fly, “to ask me is in vain;
For who goes up your winding stair can ne’er come down again.”

“I’m sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high;
Will you rest upon my little bed?” said the Spider to the Fly.
“There are pretty curtains drawn around, the sheets are fine and thin;
And if you like to rest awhile, I’ll snugly tuck you in!”
“Oh no, no,” said the little Fly, “for I’ve often heard it said
They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed!”

Said the cunning Spider to the Fly, “Dear friend, what can I do
To prove that warm affection I’ve always felt for you?
I have within my pantry, good store of all that’s nice;
I’m sure you’re very welcome – will you please take a slice?”
“Oh no, no,” said the little Fly, “kind sir, that cannot be,
I’ve heard what’s in your pantry, and I do not wish to see!”

“Sweet creature,” said the Spider, “you’re witty and you’re wise;
How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes!
I have a little looking-glass upon my parlor shelf;
If you step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself.”
“I thank you, gentle sir,” she said, “for what you’re pleased to say;
And bidding good morning now, I’ll call another day.”

The Spider turned him round about, and went into his den,
For well he knew the silly Fly would soon come back again;
So he wove a subtle web in a little corner sly,
And set his table ready to dine upon the Fly.
then he came out to his door again, and merrily did sing,
“Come hither, hither, pretty Fly, with the pearl and silver wing;
Your robes are green and purple, there’s a crest upon your head;
Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are as dull as lead.”

Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little Fly,
Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by;
With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew, –
Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue;
Thinking only of her crested head – poor foolish thing! At last,
Up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast.
He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den
Within his little parlor – but she ne’er came out again!

And now, dear little children, who may this story read,
To idle, silly, flattering words, I pray you ne’er heed;
Unto an evil counsellor close heart, and ear, and eye,
And take a lesson from this tale of the Spider and the Fly.

Source: WIKISOURCE

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