Spider, Spinning, Smiling...... [spider; Short; Humor; Revenge; Creation; Fantasy] Poem by Bri Edwards

The big black and hairy spider
slipped quickly up beside her.
She, a helpless buzz-less fly,
had landed on web; I knew not why.

'Welcome to my lair my beauty.
You certainly are a little cutie.
But, wait! What is that you've got?
Oh, my god! I think I've been shot! '

'Serves you right, you lousy brute!
It's death for you, but first, pain to boot!
Last week my brother came buzzing by.
You ate him and now each night I cry.'

The spider, as he was sinking fast,
managed to speak with his last gasp.
'I'm sorry for your grief, and I don't lie;
I was created to eat what does fly by.'

(October 12, 2014)