Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Lure of the Spider

I walked in the morning, my feet wet with dew,
The gardens in splendour with things that they grew.
Respite from big business, its smiles made of paste,
No tolerance in nature for chameleon waste.
I smiled with thought, then stopped at a bed.
At my feet was a spider, she was building a web.

Three silken lines were first put into place,
Circular strands made a hammock in space.
Around and around went the weave and the wrap,
She crossed in the middle and finished the trap.
The sun glinted down, the wait then began,
To lure the unwary at the heart of her plan.

Breathtaking beauty, gentle wind and the sky,
From out of the bushes along came a fly.
It casually landed, then tried to move,
Advantage the spider, its victim would lose.

How close seem the life games of nature and man,
Was my thought as I turned, my briefcase in hand.

GWB, Gordon William Bain,
November, 2003.

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