I am a little spider-
Compared to spider size
With a count of eight long legs-
And several dark black eyes
Under me there is a fly-
Dinning on the kitchen table
Eating what looks like pizza pie-
But I can not read the label
While moving so very slowly-
Above that pizza eating fly
A gusty breeze startled me-
And I fell into the pie
As I was sinking slowly-
I was sure that I would die
But then the fly reached out to help me-
And I could not imagine why
Soon after that scary moment-
I came to realize
Maybe, we are not so different-
We both like pizza pie
(11/21/2013)
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