a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Sunday, June 22, 2014

What's That Sound?

No sounds did the spider make sitting. The fly never knew he was there. Until capture the fly didn't even care. I imagined the weakened voice calling out to his brethren, "Help me!" as the Wolf Spider remained one with the chair.
  

6 comments:

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

Spider earns his keep!

Lynne said...

Good rhyme . . .

Ginny Hartzler said...

Oh my gosh, where is this? On YOU? Is that a sweater or a throw? They carry their babies on their backs, lots of little ones. They also have a painful bite that is not poisonous. This is so funny, my post today is about a spider!

Eddie Bluelights said...

Poor Fly.

"Oh what a tangled web we weave . . . "
The spider always wins.

MadSnapper said...

whap! take that spider on my chair...
you can't stay here, you might get in my hair...

Susan Anderson said...

I am deathly afraid of those wolf spiders.

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