Friday, October 05, 2007
How could you…
How could you look so harmless,
You teeny-weeny crab spider?
Immobile for so long and hardly visible
Perfectly blended with your chosen bloom.
Your legs widely spread on a petal
Your eyes constantly detecting motion
Ready to ambush a prey and suck it dry---
A poor butterfly, bee, or fly
Or a bony finger of mine.
I never thought you could be
A cold-blooded, ruthless vampire.
Good thing I stopped myself
From picking my neighbor’s flower.
I could’ve been your competitor now suffering
As this blue hydrangea...
... had been so tempting.