Poor Little Fly Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

Poor Little Fly

Rating: 5.0


In silence he sits,
In his silk woven web,
Awaiting a fly,
To entice in his bed,
Unsuspecting it flies,
In a blink of an eye,
The spider goes in for the kill.

I've always felt sad,
But that's nature they say,
That poor little fly,
Has lived his last day,
If he'd only had strength to fly away,
But that's just nature I'm told.

Jayne Davies

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