Said the fly to the spider
by Kevin Crosby
30 December 2010
Like the wayward fly praying upon the venemous spider, HOW do you spin your web so wondrously may I ask?
Well, as the spider cleared her throat to say, I prey upon this purpose in life in which I’m soulfully and duly tasked. As sure as I connect all my strands about here and there and such – to make them form my perfect circle – I toss about a thread far and near from my spinning gland’s glorious weaving clutch.
But the fly soon grew wearisome from such long explanation and out of frustration asked, WHY is your web so beautiful?
To which the spider had little to say but that was what you were taught to feel. Now hush while I partake in my evening’s meal.
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