The Spider and Its Prey

The Spider and Its Prey

A Poem by Bob B

The spider spins its silky web,

Carefully constructing its trap.

Then it sits and waits for its prey

To figuratively land in its lap.

 

Patiently, it waits and waits.

It hopes an unsuspecting fly

Will dart into its fibrous silk

Where it will then bid life good-bye.

 

The web shakes. Aha! A victim!

Very aware of the struggling shape,

The spider rushes to nab the creature,

For whom there will be no escape.

 

After injecting the fly with venom,

Then it quickly and deftly bestrides

Its helpless and now paralyzed victim.

The venom will liquify its insides.

 

The spider also wraps its capture.

Soon the sneaky spiderweb spinner

Will hungrily suck out every bit

Of liquified parts of the fly for dinner.

 

Of course, not all spiders spin webs.

Some just sit and patiently wait

For their prey to wander by.

Then they pounce and seal its fate.

 

So who's the spider? Vladimir Putin.

Its prey? Americans who pretend

That Putin is NOT our adversary,

But, instead, a trustworthy friend.

 

-by Bob B (11-22-24)

© 2024 Bob B


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