Warning To All Flying Insects! Poem by Kristina Jones

Gossamer-silk strands wove into artwork,
Hung on bramble, glistening with morning dew,
Frail as a whisper, destroyed by one rainfall
And the artist must start his creation anew.

But don't be fooled by its delicacy!
The web holds a license to kill
Its grip of death with embrace you
And its Monster, concealed, lurks in shadows, so still.

So when dancing, nonchalant, through the air,
Beware! That dance may be your last,
For if you foolishly stumble into His trap,
The Monster tonight breaks his fast.

You'll be caressed by the satin jaws of oblivion,
Feel horror at the power such lacy beauty can yield,
Then there's the panic-struck struggle as the Monster scuttles over,
And with a paralysing kiss, your Fate is sealed.