Unhappy Landings

tetrameter sonnet

 

Unhappy Landings

 

A spider’s web bedecked with dew,

 each crystal drop reflecting light

Can turn a deadly trap into

a work of art for my delight

But the spider does not care.

 her handiwork is not for me.

 She waits patiently in her lair

for flies that cannot struggle free.

She is a supreme architect

and builds her web instinctively

She knows her business I expect

ensures she can dine frequently.

Although the flies have compound eyes

 her web still takes them by surprise.

 

2-May-08

Reviews

[Buddy]

A spiders web is never done, built at night and gone by sun, catching, eating careless flies in spite of all those compound eyes.

[Legion]

:) I like it. Although, if I was a fly that would not be my opinion of it. Good write about the masters of engineering.