From eager spinnerets are loosed long lines;
hawsers span trodden ways, link hedge to trees.
Ambitious orbs would have the world resign -
the smallest of these spinners wills to seize.
But a greenbottle buffets, bobs her hard;
a butterfly might sweep her from her stays;
she struggles in the middle; caught off guard
a Zephyr-puff ends abyss-bridging craze.
She'll be back and many bigger. When I
depart for holiday I'll tell the birds;
and maybe hedgehogs too will have a bite.
Oh. But spiders have feline allies. Sigh.
When I am gone the cats will write the words
and barbecue my sparrows in the night.
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Lunk:: Is this the result of our new re-integration, the comedy sonnet?
Anima: Shakespeare shook some. Lighten up, Lunk.
Gong: Smile, Simian. It's a sunny day!
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Keep The Home Fires Burning
PoetryA poetry Collection. Now Lunk has taken to his bed, swearing not to write one more word about C, and muttering 'bloody garden', it behoves (Love that word, don't you?) me (and Anima) to fill out his shoes, with soil and flower seed. So we will be 'e...
