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Jun 2020
Next to our house there's a green fence,
And a pathway that runs there beside her.
It was there on that fence with a little suspense
That I first met Miss Molly, The Spider.

She weaved her first web from the fence to the door,
Not knowing that we have to pass there.
And I almost tripped and fell to the floor
Avoiding a wrecked-web disaster!

So me and Miss Molly, to avoid one more folly,
Had an eight eye to two eye mind meeting.
With arachnid compassion, in a fashion so crawly,
We shared mental pictures, quite fleeting.

Without word or sound, the result so profound,
As we both agreed to abide there.
Her webs to one side, and the door out of bound,
I made peace with Miss Molly, The Spider!

© Victor Fuhrman
Based on an actual experience with a little green spider I named Miss Molly!
Victor Fuhrman
Written by
Victor Fuhrman  67/M/New York City
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