If the web is the web…
Who is the spider and who is the fly?
Who has been caught and preserved to die?
Who feels at home and weaves death traps?
Who might you be and who am I?
5 responses to “Of Silk and Spiders”
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Your poem is too apt. I am the fly. And I liked the 7th leaf shadows in particular.
Angel in the dust-
Dear angel in the dust. Thank you for the smile I am wearing right now.
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While reading this I couldn’t help but wonder about the first “web” being world wide web. And then there was ear to ear grin on my face seeing the tag internet. (y)
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Now I know tags can make you smile too. Thanks.
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SOTF 
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