I, Spider Poet

Spider’s Lament

By I, Spider Poet

Why does the Butterfly

On gauzed wings

Seem so beautiful to all?

As for me, I have no high dreams

Of fame, glory, beauty

I have pride enough

In my elegant eight legs,

My lace web jeweled with dew,

The pride of ensnaring a

Villainous, yet delicious

Streaked wasp.

All I ask is for all

Not

To scream

Glare

Attempt murder at me.

‘Tis all I ask.

Praise the butterfly.

She will be next

In my dewed web.

The Ultimate Death

By the Piece of Paper you’re Reading This On

Black jaws, gnashing teeth

Always hungry, always horrifying.

I sit by this monster, safe

In a stack of friends.

Yet I know

One by one

They all fall prey

To the roaring ripping, shredding fiend

Until I myself

Resisting

Fall into the gaping maw

To forever be silenced.

  ~Note: This was contemplating a paper shredder.

Feet vs. Flippers

By Sir Seal Wanderbeck

If feet are fine,

Then flippers are divine.

I will never see what humans see

In bumbling clumsily around

On two skinny legs.

Give me three fine flippers

That let me flow

Like the waves themselves

Slipping through the water

In a never-ending dance.

So if you ask me to change to legs

To travel places on land

You will receive a solid

NO!

The Sun’s Final Glory

By Madame Lightstep

The great majesty

That is the sun

Slides silent

Over the sweeping silk

That is the sky.

The end of the journey

Relishes its finery