In the mist of early morning
when Sun is nigh and night
creatures are yawning, when
an early morning meal is
sought, one small creature
is caught

said the Fly
oh come, yea spinner
of unearthly thread
the weaver of mysteries
floating in my head
that trap me in silken
sheets upon thy bed
come now Spider
do you truly
wish me dead?

said the Spider
nay I do not wish
for you to struggle so
and break the bonds of
my simple weave, I just
wish to make acquaintance
with such a fine and free soul
Tell me what your flighty
life is like and then I'll let
you leave

said the Fly
over upon yonder apple tree
is a world of beauty, and bees,
more exotic than me, lovers of
honey and colorful, stripped
like tigers but with wings
who collect riches with their knees

Spider gasps...

and past yonder fence where
you anchor your web are incredible
birds that sing night songs inside
their gilded cage while their plumage
dulls considerably with age...
So sad they are trapped,
like me

Spider is steadily untangling
the threads of the silken trap
that has cradled the hapless fly
Spider can't stand to cage
so free a spirit that has seen
the depths of the sky, and the ocean
and possibly even the ground
which she knows she'll never see
With a promise from the Fly
they will come back with more tales
of the world beyond her web
she once again goes hungry

Fly never came back
Spider died hungry
when Bird perceived
she was weakened prey