The Web
Dave Oakes
Quietly spinning silky webs
With sticky, strong, silky threads
Always weaving ever more tightly
Constantly growing it always spreads.
It seems so intricately innocent
Not dangerous or cause for fear
Just a little bit annoying at times
But, should we take the time to care.
After all, they are much to small to hurt us
We can brush them away at will
Or ignore them or avoid them
Our misgivings we don’t need to fill.
So what if this tiny transgression
This insignificant little lie
May catch a few bugs in it’s trap
Should the spider not be allowed to try?
Why should we even concern ourselves
With those trapped within this deceit
Have they not minds to think it out
Eyes to see and able to use their feet.
It is funny, but when you look around you
You could swear that the web is spreading more
It seems to be enveloping more than you thought
How all of a sudden, do you find yourself at the core.
