A Fly Caught In A Spider's Web Poem by Juan Olivarez
A Fly Caught In A Spider's Web
A fly caught in a spider's web,
Looked back o'er his life.
While he waited for the spider's jab,
That would pierce him like a knife.
And thought I should've been a bird,
With a nest up in that tree.
And my singing would be heard,
And I would set hearts free.
Whereupon a cat just sauntered by,
With a bird snug in his maw.
And the fly uttered a sigh,
At the somber sight he saw.
Just then a gust of wind,
Bent a branch and tore the web.
And the fly skyward it did send,
Away from the spider's painful stab.
And the fly said, 'thank-you lord,
That I was born a fly,
I take back every single word,
And lord, that ain't no lie.'
2/8/11 Alton Texas
What a great way to use words to spin a tale of such wonder; well done pardner, this is a good one; now just draw some pictures that correspond and you could have a story book!
Juan like Lynn i knew you would save it. I'm always saving insects from other insects. I'm told i should let nature take it's course but i say it can, when i'm not looking. Great poem Juan. Wendy.x
Such a thoughtful little guy, I love the way you saved him. Neat poem, brings a smile! Constance
Who doesn't like a happy ending.....and 'that ain't no lie'! Nice Juan. AC
Very good, Juan. Only my friend could think of something so caring as to save the life of the fly. I knew you would save it when I started reading the poem. Thanks for such a thoughtful poem and a reminder that all life is sacred. Your Friend, Lynn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/16/2024 5:06:04 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Form is no new, like the old fables including an ethic at its end. Here that form has been practiced. As a style its simplicity sometimes touches some readers. But the catastrophe is uniquely well though it is very hard to tolerate by the individual who has their own dignity as a social man....I take back every single word, / And lord, that ain't no lie.' Poet also sometimes may be perplexed before this utterance, but the fly can fly very high by this wisdom because poet is no fly...he can apply his other merits. Thank you. Regards, prnb