Sunday, 25 June 2017

THE SPIDER'S PARLOUR



            The Spider worked
            Through the dark of night
            Holding a ball of silken yarn
            To weave a house of her dreams

           Splendid it was indeed when finished
           Meticulously planned,
           And diligently done
           Like a flawless piece of art 

           There she sat  beside it 
           With an air of pride and content
           As if alluring everyone to visit
            Her newly created edifice

           And surely, the spider would have won
           Huge accolade for her unique talent
           As the Master artist among her tribe
          To be envied even by human craftsmen

            If only she hadn't  cunningly abused
            Her skill to hide her wicked  intents --
            To seduce unsuspecting, innocent visitors   
            And make them fall into the jaws of death!  
   
           If ever you feel unwittingly  drawn
           Towards a spot of unusual  charm
           Make sure it's fair as it appears to be
          And not the part of a spider's  plan .






Picture courtesy ----
 Pratham Pant
 BTDT ?




          

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