Bob Gibson

Rookie (25 April 1946 / Billingham County Durham)

Gottcha - Poem by Bob Gibson

A cicada flying to find his mate
Who didn't know that he'd be late
in fact he'd never keep his date
a spiders web that was his fate

a sticky web i must relate
a cicada that did incarcerate
his gossemer wings they did berate
knackered now he could only wait

then through vibrations the spider's gate
a tightrope walk then he would sedate
the spider spun its torcherous thread
soon the cicada would be dead

now encased by feet and wing
only to feel the spiders sting
a twitch then his life has gone
another meal and time moves on

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  • Fay Slimm (7/12/2009 6:03:00 AM)


    Gruesome - but true to life I am sure - - you do find the strangest of things to write about Bob my friend - - My own muse has fled - - think I will go look for a snail instead - - in my current situation - - garden slug could be inspiration - - you ooze with it (inspiration I mean -) - - 10 + ++ from Fay.... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 13, 2008

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 13, 2008


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