by Judy (Wishes)
jkp@bright.net
I watch you watch a spider
Hanging from a thread.
Its swollen belly yellow,
It weaves a web
To catch some unsuspecting fly.
Tonight you'll spin YOUR web,
A story of Arachne,
I would guess.
And I?
Already trapped
By threads of innocence,
Cold-hearted warrior
That I am.
Judy (Wishes)