THE SPIDER

There's a something in the garden
by the place where roses grow,
a little living something
and I saw it, so I know,
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it blew some little kisses
on this gentle summer breeze
and chattered on in silence
and knocked it's tiny knees,
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and I formed a fond affection
for the things it didn't do,
the lack of hate and envy,
the passive way it grew
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and at the time I watched it
and loved it posing there
a magpie came and grabbed it,
and flew off in the air,
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and gone was my arachnid,
gone it's silent roar
and I berated Mother nature,
so red in tooth and claw....
© Peter Rogerson 30.07.12
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